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Detroit, 10:58 pm
3 miles from Reich Headquarters
December 31, 2015
It's really hard to concentrate when you have shells and mobile suits firing around you. "God damn, this shelling is thick as shit commander."
"You were expecting pillows and ponies Chief. Anderson? Hang on, Leo's in the yard!"
Two shots, two dead Reich pilots. If you haven't noticed, we made it to the Reich production base on the Detroit River Front. From this point the Nelo Totenkampferbond has run its operations in Michigan and Canada. And their days are numbered. Three days ago the Canadian forces landed on the northeast side of the city, pushing them west as we pushed them east. They are now stuck at the base with no were to go. They can't escape to space because we took out the space port. They have no place left to go. Jeremiah got on the horn. "Hey commander, the Canadians got word of a red MS harassing them."
A red MS? Ah shit! "Is a blue one with it as well, Lt. McClelland?"
"Yes sir."
"Shit, send the word that they are not to be confronted unless backup is present."
"Yes sir." Two mobile suits acting as one is a new concept that doesn't bode well with me. I know for a fact that the blue MS is the one Rear Admiral. Himmler is piloting, the red one is a mystery.
"Vinson, how's things on your end?"
"Shitty sir. We've lost nine Dom's and fifteen Zaku's, we also hear reports that that blue MS is tearing the extreme left flank a new asshole."
"Tell them to fall back to my position and not to engage the mobile suit, got it?"
"Why the fuck for!"
"So I can take the blue one myself! I don't need mountains of dead men because I made them fight it. Now do it!"
"Whatever! All units on the left move to Commander. Kelty's location on the double! Do not engage enemy MS!"
As the damaged mobile suits of the left flank flew past me, three large mega particle cannon blasts landed around me, one almost hitting me. I thrusted back to assest what it was. "What the fuck was that?"
My question was answered when a dark blue mobile suit landed about twenty feet in front of me. It was rather unimpressive; it looked like any other Reich mobile suit with the exception of the large beam cannon on its back. It was also missing any defensive measures.
"Commander Geoffrey Nicholas Kelty Jr. of the United North American Alliance, we finally meet."
"Rear Admiral Wilhelm Himmler, the youngest of the ruling family. And the only reason you're an Admiral."
"How dare you talk to me that way! You and your forces have been embarrassing me for the last three months, and it stops here!"
"Daddy doesn't like that his pride is an utter failure in combat? Or that you need the help of a real solider to lead your forces!"
"Silence you pig!" He fired a shot at my MS; I barely managed to doge it.
"Very good, you dodged my shot. Let's see if you can do it again!" He fire again, and again I dodged. What the hell kind of tactic is this? Sooner or later he will run out of energy, and then he is mine. I dodge his last shot and I took out my beam rifle.
"My turn you prick."
I pointed my beam rifle squarely at the cockpit hatch. He didn't move to avoid it, he just waited. "Goodbye, I'll miss you, Little Himmler."
I fired a round, and at the last second a red mobile suit identical to Himmler's put itself right in the beam's path. It bounced off its I-Field.
"What do you think, White Knight, a mobile suit combo of defense and offence. Working in tandem, nothing can stop us! I will succeed where no one else has! I, WILL, KILL YOU!"
He charged my position, the red mobile suit behind him. I tried to shoot him, but the red MS kept jumping in front of my shots. Himmler brandished his beam sword trying to cut me down. But lucky for me my mobile suit can move faster than his. For about an hour we traded blows (most of mine hit the I-Field of the red one). This could take a while.
Lieutenant Futch's POV
"Attention, this is Colonel. James Collard of the Canadian Highland Artillery, calling anybody!"
I got on the horn to answer the call. "This is Lieutenant. Joel Fucth of the 18th MS Special Forces, what do you need?"
"We need the coordinates of the Reich Plant, we've been ordered to bombard the area, but all our spotters are down and we do not have coordinates over."
I should tell them that Lowe is there in the area and that he might be danger close, but knowing the him as I do, he never cares about danger close. And with the Reich battle lines caving on the left and right, one good punch in the center should wipe the Reich of the map.
"What's your location Colonel?
"Gross Pointe Beach."
"Coordinates are Fire Mission 6978-7852"
"Roger that, thank you Lieutenant."
Commander Kelty's POV
"TAKE THAT!"
Damn! Himmler caught me off guard and sliced off the arm with my beam rifle in it.
"Fuck! Good one, little man! Only took you a fucken hour."
"Shut up! Now you finally die, Commander. Geoffrey N. Kelty J-"
His speech was interrupted by the whistle of incoming artillery. A second later shrapnel flew all around, as well as bits of building and mobile suits. This pissed of Himmler. "NO!"
Now was my chance. I used my one good arm and unsheathed my beam sword and thrusted up in the direction of Rear Admiral. Himmler. I knew it wouldn't work: that red pest was right in front of him, I-Fields on. But then something happened. It turned off its shields and dashed out of the way. My saber entered his mobile suits head and started down.
"No, this, this cannot be!"
I sliced that fucker's mobile suit down the middle. It erupted into flames before the halves fell to the ground. Dead was what he was.
Captain Wolfe's POV
I hope you enjoy the afterlife, Wilhelm Himmler. Now I have to report this tragedy to New Berlin before anyone else dose. One day I hope you thank me for moving out of your way, Commander.
Commander Kelty's POV
"Attention all Alliance forces, this is Commander Kelty. Rear Admiral. Wilhelm Himmler is dead. I want all officers to inform any Reich combatants of this information and ask for their immediate surrender. If they don't, kill them. That is all."
Three months. After three months the Nelo Totenkampferbond has been eradicated in the state of Michigan, which is back in our hands. Now we can continue are conquest of the Eastern Seaboard and free our nation.
