AN: Short chapter, But I have another coming soon. Maybe before next week. Probably.

Bismarck's POV

Contrary to what Offizer Hans has told others, I was more than competent.

After all, without my existence, He would have been splattered against a wall somewhere already.

I paced around our room, Prinz Eugen asleep on her bunk. Her requests for modifications, while plausible, were outrageous;

Ship launched missile systems were out of line. Her willingness however, was applaudable. Especially the willingness to sacrifice one of her main guns for it. I sighed and continued sifting through the reports that Hans' was supposed to look over. With him on his "boy's night out", I now had command. While it had been my dream to be in a position of authority, I had underestimated the work that came along with it. It did, however, come with it's perks.

I stamped 'APPROVED' on all of my requests, and grinned.

Meanwhile, With Hans and the Teutons...

I felt a shiver go down my spine, and Vladmir noticed it as well.

"Scared? I suppose you might be..." I shook my head and sneered.

"As if. I kicked your ass everywhere on the Eastern Front." He glared at me, but relented. He offered me a hand.

"I'm sorry for the loss of your men. I had to follow orders." I stared at the extended hand, and warily shook it.

"Fine. But I'm keeping my eye on you." I glanced at him, and at the armor behind him.

"Impressive. How many officials did you bribe to get that tank under your command?" He shrugged.

"Not many. Considering not many were left in the wake of the new revolution." He grinned.

"Don't worry about the past. It won't happen anymore. Let's start as friends again, da?" He began walking back to the T-95, the armed guards following him. Vladmir stopped, and waved us over.

"What are you waiting for? Get over here!" We hurried over, as we were greeted by the behemoth of a tank. It was the same size as mine; slightly smaller, but still a terrifying sight. It's two 85mm guns were nothing to laugh at; with a autoloader, it was capable of unleashing armor pentrating death to any armoured target in it's way at a astounding rate, and it's somewhat fast turret rotation allowed for it to destroy targets at a good pace. It's design had been a well kept secret by the Russians...

Well, until now.

We marveled in the sight as we took in russian engineering; their creativity knew no bounds, as seen in many different wars in the past. I glanced at the ammo rack in the corner; shells lined the rack, as ammunition boxes lined up on the side. it was a terrifying sight; all of that ordnance would send this war machine into oblivion if a AP round struck. I blanched as I remembered watching one of the panzers from the old era; a Leopard 2A6 going into flames, the tank commander clawing his way off of the tank as fire spread all over his body...

I shoved the memories away as we continued walking through. Crewmen ran to and fro as they sorted everything, and we eventually reached the command room of the tank.

Well, more like crew compartment, but you get the point.

The war machine was fully manned, compared to my tank, which only had me so far (unless I got a entire infantry platoon to help me pack shit and keep the panzer together, as well as a tank crew to actually man the weapons) which made me feel somewhat ashamed. After all, Vladmir had been my rival during the war of the Eastern Front; We had faced each other on the field, always ending in a stalemate. If he was our ally...

anyone who ticked us off was utterly fucked.

The Scourge of the East rumbled down the highway of hell, as White Fang machine gun emplacements opened fire, bullets simply pinging off due to their inferior cailber. Vladmir grinned as the gunners locked onto a target, and gave a command.

"Fire! Destroy the enemies of the motherland!" the guns boomed, rocking the tank as recoil registered. the emplacements went up in flames from the questionable phosphorus rounds, White Fang members screaming in pain as they felt themselves burn. Teutonic knights moved in formation next to the Russian armor, their rifles destroying enemies as they marched forward. The White Fang panicked and ran away, entering what appeared to be a massive walled keep. All of our forces were here; I glanced at the wall before turning the Vladmir.

"How are we getting in?" He grinned.

"Remember that Dreadnought from earlier?" the earth shook as something stomped by, and I glanced at the wall again. I could see the defenders on the walls panicking as a few hundred tons of steel smashed apart their fortifications, and began mer cilessly killing them. The comms pinged on again, this time coming from Paladin Adalbert himself.

"My brothers! Charge! glory to the order!" A massive war cry broke out soon after, as the sound of shifting weaponry filled the air. Knights stormed in through the broken wall, slaughtering White Fang left and right. Vladmir grinned as the Scourge of the East smashed through the gate, and men disembarked. He grabbed his rifle; a trusty AK model, and nodded at me, grinning.

"Time to have some competition, da?" I grinned back, taking out my Gewehr 86.

"Ja, Kameraden. Like old times."

Major Heinreich's POV

I watched in awe as Hans and our newfound companion, Vladmir rushed out onto the battlefield; The duo were a whirlwind of death, rounds destroying targets everywhere. I watched as Hans unpinned a grenade and tossed it, tossing chunks of White Fang as Vladmir gunned down a sniper with some rather well aimed burst fire. I activated my bayonet, and ran out of the tank.

"For Krieg!" I screamed, bayonet thrusting into a unsuspecting White Fang and knocking him down.

"No, Please!" I fired, las round burning through him. I spun around, bayonet slicing off a arm and fired again, stopping one dead in it's tracks as it stumbled and fell. I watched through my gas mask, as White Fang were given no quarter; Surrendering members were simply shot or stabbed, While those that fought were killed without remorse.

In a way, it reminded him of the old days of Krieg; wearing gas masks to protect them from the fallout of a nuclear aftermath, charging from trench to trench, bunker to bunker, building to building and showing no mercy for those that betrayed the Imperium. I slammed the stock of my rifle into a face, and drew my laspistol from it's holster and emptied a round into it's face. The member gurgled as the round burned through his throat, blood bubbling as he tried to speak. I fired again, ending the poor sap's miserable existence and continued firing, as I fell back into my old, familiar routine;

Stab. Fire. slash. fire. kill.

White Fang scattered away from me in fear, as I gunned them down, my gas mask betraying no emotion at all as body dropped after body. I glanced as the Dreadnought swung it's massive chainsword, the blade tearing apart the crowd of White Fang gathered at it's feet. I winced slightly as the mighty sword tore through them as if they were air, the screams as they were evicerated abruptly ending. The battlefield became quiet; I glanced around us, and finally noticed why.

Where once was a field of grass and flowers, was now stained with blood and the corpses of the White Fang; We had nothing left to slaughter. Kaplan Adal came over, his mighty greatsword still clean from searing off the blood from the blade. His speaker rumbled, as his voice crackled through.

"It seems that we have accomplished our objective. We shall return home for now. After all, I believe Vladmir here has something to discuss." I looked over to see Vladmir and Hans, now talking excitedly as they shared their experience of the Eastern Front. From a distance, it would practically seem as if they had been in the same unit; only the patches on their arms would tell otherwise. It reminded me of back then; of before the war that tore Krieg apart.

"Damnit... Not like this..."

"Tell my family I'm sorry, huh?"

"I just wish... I could see Krieg like it was before just one last time..."

"Tell Hanna I love her..."

"Will you remember me, sergeant?"

I shook my head to clear myself. No time to go down the memory lane. I nodded as the dropship landed, crushing corpses under it as knights began to march on. I wandered along, the Kaplan following me along. I eventually came upon a strange sight; Jaune down on his knees, helmet tossed aside as he stared at the broken body of a faunus. A shattered White Fang mask lay next to her; She seemed to be in peace, her eyes closed. Jaune maded no motion to turn towards me, tears falling down his eyes as it began to rain.

"Why... Why did you have to be here?" I knelt next to him, the Kaplan tugging off his helmet in a effort to pay respects.

"Jaune. Who is she?" Jaune turned towards us, as he cradled the body in his hands.

"Carla was a childhood friend... I knew she was a faunus, but I didn't think that she would go down this path..." I glanced at her body again, and grimaced.

My las round had burned through her insides, and she was most likely bleeding to death.

Jaune had most likely finished her, due to the noticable sword slash in her abdomen. The powerful stab had pierced through the armor and stabbed her heart; He had most likely killed her out of mercy. I knelt next to him, and spotted a blooming, wild red rose; I plucked it gently and clasped her cold hands around it, and spoke.

"We all make mistakes, Jaune. In war, we are betrayed by those we trust the most. Our past comes back to haunt us. However, that's why we have the future." I stood up and brushed the mud off of my knees.

"For with the future, we can ensure that the same mistake does not happen again." Jaune stood, and Paladin Adal stepped forward, and spoke.

"We have come to a place far from home;

Time long passed since we have seen the sun rise;

A place where peace can finally come;

A place where we can rest and laugh and sing and love once more."

Jaune shook away his tears and tugged on his helmet, the visor glowing with it's etheral light again as it reconnected with the rest of his armor. He walked stifly, Carla's body in his arms as he made his way on the ship. I glanced at the Kaplan, who had tugged his helm back on.

"I feel that he was too young to experience a betrayal of that level."

"It was either now, or never." He turned his head, staring at the retreating body of Jaune.

"Better to have loved and lost than not loved at all." With those final words of wisdom, he turned and followed Jaune, marching onto the ship. I walked onto the ship, turning around as I looked over the battlefield one last time as the blast doors shut.

Report: The Great War

It appears as though Summer was right; Her home was in turmoil. In the midst of our war against the traitors, It seemed that they were having a war as well. Scouts reported that they used primitive weapons such as what is known as 'dust' weaponry, as well as swords. All attempted contact with the warring factions were met with hostile action. By orders of Lord-General Tacticus, twelve of the finest new Krieg regiments, most notably the 1st Infantry Regiment of Krieg. The twelve krieg regiments, along with the first Legion and the [REDACTED] to end the war by all means necessary. a few hundred casualties were reported; However, enemy casualties reported by the thousands.

All factions were pacified; High ranking officials were executed, and any trace of chaos was exterminated. Six of the twelve krieg regiments remained on the Holy planet of Remnant, along with the First Legion. The [REDACTED], under the orders of the Emperor himself, were to stay on the planet. All information of [REDACTED] is under Code Zero, and all information is strictly prohibited from any without clearance.

Major Heinreich's POV

We returned back to the Chapel/Keep, The dropship landing and hitting the dirt. I opened my comms as we got off the ship, and began.

"Major Heinreich, reporting in as ordered."

"Anything to report, Major?"

"We have established contact, sir. No taint of Chaos, but the insurrectionists are everywhere here."

"And your main objectives?"

"We have established contact with two groups; The Teutonic Order, and the New Russian Federation." I heard muttered cursings as the General returned.

"Alright. Major, are you on a secure channel?" I blinked and looked around. All clear.

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Major, what I'm about to tell you is strictly classified under Code Zero, Authorization level One." My mouth gaped; Why would I need that level of authorization?

"The Teutonic Order was part of the original fleet that arrived at the Holy planet of Remnant. They are genetically modified men, maded by the Emperor himself to bring his wrath and retribution upon any enemies of the Imperium."

"We were forced to cut contact in a effort to keep secrecy from the prying eyes of our enemies. All records of the Teutonic Order were made strictly classified, and those that knew of their existence were sworn on oath." The General continued.

"However, it seems that we no longer need to have them hide in the shadows. a few hours ago, the original fleet, led by Lord-General Tacticus, has returned back to the Holy planet of Remnant after their departure a few decades ago. In fact, he is most likely making his way to you now." I heard the sound of running, and hurried whispering.

"General?" I questioned, and he continued, but with fear and respect in his voice.

"Major; get your men in best shape as fast as possible. Now. Also, report to the Chaptermaster at once." I began running, but asked a final question as well.

"Sir, what event requires such urgency?" The next words chilled me to a core.

"The Emperor himself has arrived, along with the Imperial Flagship, the Imperator." I double timed as I ran, grabbing a passing knight carrying lasguns.

"Where are my men, and the kapitelmeister?"

"Your men are at the barracks. The kapitelmeister is at his office. What requires such urgency?" He questioned.

"The Emperor himself has arrived from the Golden Throne!" The knight dropped his cargo in shock as I continued running. I burst into the barracks, as my men stood at attention.

"Men! Clean your weapons and armor! Dress perfectly! The Emperor protects us, for he has come to show us his light!" They went to work quickly, as I ran back out to the staircase. I ran up, step after step until I eventually reached the Chaptermaster's quarters. Two heavily armored men, with swords and daggers strapped to their waists, as well as hefting halberds, crossing their spears in front of me.

"Halt! We are the Schwertheiligen, sworn to protect the kapitelmeister and the Emperor at all cost! State your buisness." I panted, and eventually began.

"I have been ordered to deliver a message directly to the Kapitelmeister by General Graham himself." The Schwertheiligen looked at each other, and looked back.

"You can go ahead and tell us your report. We will report to him directly." I shook my head.

"We don't have time for this! He will arrive soon!" The Schwertheiligen chuckled, and hefted his halberd.

"Then make time." He menaced, and the door swung open, a quite angry superior looking Schwertheiligen hefting a massive warhammer, glared at his two subordinates.

"What is the meaning of this? Let him pass and give him his report!" They uncrossed spears, grumbling as I tumbled in, in front of the chaptermaster.

"Reporting in..." The chaptermaster looked at me, and helped me up.

"Report, Major."

"The Emperor has arrived from his Golden Throne, on the Holy planet of Terra. He will be here in a few hours." The chaptermaster noticably blanched, as well as the Schwertheiligen from earlier.

"Brother Ghira, Gather all the men, and notify all the paladins. We must prepare for the Emperor's return." He turned to look out the window, at the rapidly shadowing sky.

"We may embark on a new crusade..."