30th, October, 1939

0710 hours, New Prussia barracks

He opened his eyes, the crisp glare of morning sunlight pouring directly into his eyes. He blinked, once then twice. A fuzzy figure coalescing into existence.

Wait.

His eyes widened in both alarm and surprise. A half-naked girl of very questionable age was straddling him. Her thighs uncomfortably rubbing against his genitalia.

Well, this was different.

"So you're the Dragon tamer? I've heard so much about you." She purred out in a seductive tone.

Hansen lied there frozen, spending several seconds processing what was going on.

"H-HANSEN YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Lüdemann angrily shouted out from the bottom bunk, envious of Max's position.

"Ms. Mercury I regret to inform you that there is a strict policy when it comes to fraternization with Waffen SS personal." Heydrich suddenly blurted out, his presence coming as a complete surprise. He was standing by the door. By his side were a blushing Lelei and Tuka.

"Come on now Sir Heydrich, I told you I'd inspect the man responsible for the Dragon's defeat." She whined out like a teenager while her hands glided down Hansen's chest.

"B-BULLSHIT! I WAS THE ONE WHO FIRED THE 88mm! I-I SHOULD BE THE ONE BEING RIDDEN ON!" Albrecht pointed with a shaky finger, standing up with only his underwear, sputtering dumbly and oblivious to the vulgarity of his words. His perverted ramblings flustering the two other young women further.

Rory stood up, her naked form basked in the glory of the sun.

Lüdemann simply stared dumbfounded with jaws hanging open. She jumped, right into his dumbstruck arms.

"I hope you don't mind me sharing?" She giggled out, winking at a reddening Lüdemann.

"Hey leave Lüdemann alone. He might talk big but the young man has never held a girls' hand. I fear your seducing manner might be too much for his heart." Hansen quickly regained his bearings. He was slightly flustered at such an arousing awakening but luckily he experienced this once before, albeit it was a long time ago when he was very young and very stupid.

"Alright that's enough fun, I need you both for a briefing. There's been some interesting developments that require your immediate attention." Heydrich said in a firm and low voice.

Hansen had promised himself after facing the Dragon to never let this world and its oddities take him by surprise again and already he had broken this promise.

An actual demigoddess, an immortal priestess of a living tangible God. When Heydrich explained it to him he was staring at him like he had grown a second head. When he shot her in the stomach he almost called Heydrich a psychopath, when she got back up no worse for wear (although very annoyed at being shot in the gut) he was close to losing his mind.

A young girl with very inappropriate attire surviving a point black shot, not only that the bullet just slithered out of the wound.

Heydrich had managed to calm him down, explaining how she had suddenly appeared at the base's front entrance demanding a meeting with those who fought against the Flame Dragon and survived. Heydrich let her pass simply because she laughed when a bullet lodged itself within her temple and wiggled out. He might have been a possible sociopath but even Heydrich recognized that sometimes you don't fight against something that can't be fought.

Eventually they found themselves within a debriefing room. The briefing was a simple and relatively short affair that was about 30 minutes in length.

The Reichstag was clamoring for Hansen and the other participants of the reconnaissance mission to return and explain their findings. They wanted to know everything that happened between the Battle of New Prussia to the Battle with the Flame Dragon from their own mouths and it seems the three young women were also invited.

Speaking of which Hansen had spent a good part of the week formulating his options of their two new arrivals.

Lelei was surprisingly sharp for a 15-year-old. The young mage was now able read and speak conversational German, just within a solid week. It was remarkable really for If she had been born under the Reich she'd been labelled a prodigy and would have been married to husband of similar qualities. She and Mengele were like two peas in a pod. Always chitterlings about the most random of subjects. Hansen had remembered distinctly during a cafeteria break them talking about bratwurst for apparently she had never seen meat shaped like that.

Tuka was a more special case. Ever since they rescued her she has clung to Hansen like he was the only thing keeping her alive, and frankly Hansen was sure that was the case. She had started calling her 'Father', always doing what she said. Following him like a puppy According to Mengele with his limited knowledge of psychology it seemed she might be traumatized. Hansen himself was very uncomfortable around her. She had reminded him of someone lost long ago, one who died to a pointless war.

Rory, well just within hours he knew what kind of girl she was. If you ignored the immortality and predisposition towards great violence she was in essence a teasing flirt. Albrecht proved especially very susceptible to her sway. Hansen saw it fit to give his friend a break, explaining to her how he was responsible for the Dragon's defeat. He smiled gleefully as he saw his best friend break down under the demigoddess's affections. Lüdemann loved to act suave with a swagger but the poor man was in truth hopeless around the fairer sex. He was a master in leading and playing with hearts sure but whenever a woman had shown any serious interest in him he would flee faster than a Jew during a bank run.

These three women were heralds for greater things to come.

The New Prussian base was bustling now. Even with all the sentries and mines many refugees from the surrounding devastated areas had started setting up shop. Hansen initially considered it curiously out of protocol although it seems that the Rassenamt (Racial Office) had been the ones responsible for this change in policy. Many of the refugees who initially arrived were quarantined and underwent medical examinations both on the living and the dead that they brought, felicitating several protests of those who wished to respect the fallen; but they lacked any sort of upper hand to argue with.

According to Mengele they were trying to catalogue the racial types of every human, and even some non-humans surprisingly. Tuka for example had stirred a storm within the base, men from both the Heer and Waffen-SS completely head over heels with the beautiful Elf. Mengele himself had conducted examinations on her and confidently tells anyone who would listen about how non-humans can be Aryan. The rumor mill has been pumping out countless juicy stories and the one prevalent among them is about how a Neo-Pagan movement has flourished within the ranks of the Party. One that proclaims that those creatures of the Neuwelt who can be found within German legends should be 'civilized' rather than 'displaced'.

All in all, it seems great change was on the horizon.

"So these scales fetch a handsome price eh?" Mengele asked in the midst of Rory harvesting the scales of one of the fallen smaller dragons from the Battle of New Prussia.

The dragon corpses were surprisingly fresh even after being kept in cold storage underneath the morgue for weeks. Many scientists and biologists from Germany were granted special access to these facilities. Where they would study the corpses and the specimens they managed to capture.

"Yes, with the sudden influx of refugees these scales would be integral in procuring more food and other goods." Lelei answered back.

"I'm curious as to how trade works here. Wouldn't these scales inflate the market?" Lelei turned her head, obviously stumped by the question.

Mengele took some few seconds to explain the concept of inflation.

"Oh, well that's not going to be a problem. We might not harvest that many scales. Whatever you did to these dragons have mangled their bodies considerably. I don't think we'd collect enough to make them worthless." Mengele turned back to Rory who was spitting out something that had gotten into her mouth when her scythe pierced the corpse.

"Interesting, also I've managed to procure permission from the Obergruppenführer to procure an escort. One headed by Hansen again due to another shortage of manpower. I hope this is to your liking." Tuka beamed at the mention of Hansen while Lelei nodded.

"Is my darling coming too?" Mercury cooed out.

"Yes the Obersturmführer is accompanying us as well." Mercury swayed and sighed dancing like a village girl in love with the preacher's son.

Mengele couldn't help but feel pity for Albrecht.

He never liked people. He preferred the solitude of the morgue. None to disturb him, his only companions the empty decaying shells of once breathing creatures. Death was an interesting thing, the end that always comes. Yet to spend ones already scarce life obsessing over it, what sort of man would do such a thing? He always asked himself what kind of man he was.

The body before him was a young female judging from the lifespans studied on several earlier specimens he was confident she was around 16-18 years of age. Even with the many obvious avian qualities this species called 'Sirens' by the local inhabits seemed to have a lifespan comparable to humans. So much of their biology mimicked that of a man. The only thing of any major note was the increased tensile strength of the musculature and the increased prevalence of cartilage. Even with this difference these creatures should not be able to fly in normal atmospheric Earth conditions.

Yet according to other members of the scientific team the conditions of this planet compared to Earth's was significantly different. Gravity was slighter lower, and through angular distance the planet seems to be about 1.6 times larger than Earth. Such minute differences yet very important in retrospect.

Many new discoveries were principally being undertaken within this facility. The Olnen Mine/Camp, located directly south-west of New Prussia. A reconnaissance force had been investigating the south and came across a large Trollish tribe that had settled within an abandoned mine. After clearing them out they discovered Scheelite and Cassiterite, the ores for Tungsten and Tin restively. Massive deposits of them that Obergruppenführer Heydrich deemed strategically important enough to warrant excavation. That was a week ago. Now a small facility had been quickly built up. A research stattion and a concentration camp for Imperial survivors and remnants of the Troll tribe.

The unfortunate Siren before him was one of the workers here. He was unsure on the detail but apparently the Camp Commandant Hauptsturmführer Sulza had personally saw to this Siren's demise. He was unsure why.

He was about to delve deeper into the specimen's inner physiology when he heard a knock on the door.

The man scowled. He did not like entertaining visitors.

He did not bother removing is gloves or gas mask, directly heading for the door and opening it.

He was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Hauptsturmführer?" He asked curiously, looking at the scarred man and the body he was carrying.

"I need your help."

He never expected that he was going to perform surgery on a live subject. He had spent two hours on the girl's wounds. A left wing with a lodged bullet, if not handled carefully this could permanently cripple this specimen.

The room was ripe with quiet and a tinge of tension. The Siren whose name was apparently Myuute did not wince nor complain as he did the work on her wings. In fact he had this feeling she was more afraid of Sulza than the pain.

"So can you mind telling me how she got this wound Hauptsturmführer?" Sulza was quiet for a time, only answering after the Siren stared at him, with eyes full of sorrow and regret.

"She tried to escape while on railway building duty." He was unconvinced of the answers accuracy.

He had a good feeling about what was happening here.

"May I remind you that sexual intercourse with inhabitants from the Neuwelt is strictly prohibited under Rassenamt guidelines." At this both parties turned their faces away in embarrassment.

"How dare you suggest that I woul- I don't even know your name." He turned towards Sulza, his gas mask fixated on him.

"Untersturmführer Karl Ruprecht Kroenen." Kroenen said as he did the final touches on the girls stitching.

"I suggest about four days of rest, after that I must reexamine the wound. " The Siren stood up, her green feathers slightly fluttering as she tested her wings.

"W-Why let me live?" She finally said, Kroenen was sure this was directed at Sulza.

"It would be a waste of a bullet." Sulza said bitterly.

"T-That's not a good excuse. You could have strangled me, done so much more. I-I why?" She said, with tears dripping down her eyes and on to his recently clean laminated floor.

This was why Korenen disliked people. All the drama and package of interpersonal relationships.