My first proper Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea fic.

Please let me know what you think.

Dawn of the Fourth Reich.

As he sat in his private office, listening to one of the Fuhrer's speeches from before the war although he was not really paying much attention to it - he had watched and listened transfixed to Hitler's speeches when he had been in power≤ but he continued to listen to them because he believed they gave him strength; he was like an artist, constantly seeking inspiration and direction for his work, and what better inspiration than from the recorded speeches of the man who had made Nazi Germany possible? - Standartenfuhrer Schroder was currently reviewing all of his long term plans in accordance with the Fuhrer's final directives.

Build the Fourth Reich on the ashes of the Third. Shroder had come to see World War 2, as it was now named, as a minor engagement in a battle that would ultimately lead to Nazi victory, and he had been building up his plans around that singular revelation.

It hadn't been easy, of course. He had survived the whole war for decades, hunted like a wild animal, like a fox or a whale that had been chased and worn down by the hunters, after watching the fall of his Panzer divisions, the bombing of Berlin, and he had struggled for a long time to figure out a well thought out scheme to ensure the final victory and see that the Fourth Reich lasted for a thousand years or more.

Shroder and his people had been working long and hard, rebuilding their forces and training new men - it was easy to find new people willing to join in their cause, really; Nazism was an idea and ideas were hard to kill, and once Hitler and Mussolini had sparked the ideals of it for the 20th century, it had garnered a lot of support, but as he had worked on it he had come to realise if they appeared openly they would meet resistance and they were just not strong enough to fend off the world armies.

But luckily current events which had been going on from the final days of the war offered a number of possibilities for Shroder's plan. There was a 'cold war' currently between the West and the East, the threat of nuclear war hanging overhead like the sword of Damocles, ironically it was the threat of nuclear holocaust which kept the world stable. It was a terrible balance, but it kept the peace. Shroder planned on taking advantage of the situation for his own end.

As he rested his pen on his notebook, Shroder studied the ideas he'd written down for all of his 'supermen,' the scientists and experts in different fields; Dr Gustave Reinhardt, the world's foremost authority on psychology. Anton Miklos, the nuclear scientist. Benjamin Brewster, the world's top authority on electronics. Finally, they had Tomas Brandig, the world's greatest athlete.

All of them were geniuses in their own way, all of whom would become the founding stones of the new Reich. Shroder had considered waiting for a few more years in the hopes of further breaking the four men that he currently had on this island - he knew they were stubbornly clinging to their hopes of finding a way out of this because it gave them something to focus on, but it was becoming tedious - and find other geniuses to join; from astronauts, chemists, botanists, aerospace scientists, Shroder could have dedicated huge amounts of his time and energy in seeking them out and bringing them here while staging minor accidents to excuse their disappearances, but he hadn't. His timetable was too short; the longer he waited, the sooner it could be before the current political strain out there would ease, and he couldn't have that. In the meantime, he and his men were preparing for the arrival of Admiral Harriman Nelson.

Shroder knew of the man well by reputation; the foremost authority on oceanography, a specialist in physics, biology…and the owner of a nuclear powered and armed submarine. Shroder thought it must have been fate's way of smiling on him and his plans. The Seaview was not like any other nuclear submarine in the world but that didn't matter to Shroder. He knew the moment Nelson was brought to the island and introduced to the others within the compound, the admiral would try to build a plan of his own to escape, but like the others, Nelson would know there was no chance at all of finding a way off of the island.

When Shroder and his people had sought a base of operations, one they could venture to and fro without being noticed, they had narrowed down their options. A continent was out; even if they knew few people knew the terrain and the lay of the land, that didn't stop the occasional visitor. They couldn't venture to a base where there was already some kind of settlement; one of the people there could accidentally stumble across Shroder and his men and escape to inform the authorities. By the same token, there was the chance one of the prisoners to escape and reach the outside world.

Granted, Shroder had toyed with ironically basing himself in a place like America or Britain, two of the countries opposed to the Third Reich and instrumental in its downfall. But he had given away to logic and realism. For his plans to work, he would have to reappear and strike out at the world completely unexpectedly.

The island was perfect.

It had taken the Nazi group a while to find it. The pacific ocean was littered were unpopulated and unmapped islands, but luckily Shroder had contacts within the Japanese military who had been furious with the American strike on Hiroshima and Nagasaki - to this day, Shroder was amazed and impressed by how ruthless the Americans had been when they had launched the atomic bombs on the two Japanese cities; it was fitting then that he had plans to do much the same to them, and he felt his Japanese contacts would be more than thrilled. After all this time, the whole surrender still burned even if it saved their nation - and they had put him in touch with pilots, surviving naval sailors consisting of sailors from ships, carriers, merchantmen and submariners, who had touched every part of the pacific in their ceaseless battle with the Americans after Pearl Harbour. Once they had gotten help from their old allies, it was easy for Shroder and his men to visit each island in turn and simply pick one.

Shroder sighed and he leaned back in his chair, idly picking out a chocolate from the crystal bowl beside him and he popped it into his mouth where he sucked on it. There was no doubt in his mind Nelson would find a way of bringing the Seaview to him and the island, likely through a short wave radio built from the primitive resources around him; he was tempted to use Tomas to manipulate Nelson to ensure that end goal, but he would make his final decision for when the Admiral was here, but he doubted he would need the athlete who had come to see the logic in the arguments presented to him to do that. Nelson had a resourceful mind and he believed strongly in his own freedom, like many Americans in the military or who possessed military training.

The Seaview prize crew was prepared. When Nelson fulfilled his part in the plan and brought the submarine here, and the submarine was captured, the prize crew consisting of ex U-boat submariners who had survived the war would be sent out and would launch the Seaview's nuclear missiles when they arrived at an equidistant point on the globe where the missiles could be launched at both Moscow and Washington D.C. The next war would begin and when the two sides had annihilated each other, the Fourth Reich would rise from the ashes and rebuild the world. The Nazis would get their revenge, watching as the major powers destroyed each other, and they would not receive much resistance from the world.

Shroder looked up as there was a knock on the office doors. "Enter!"

One of the guards came in, his expression disciplined and blank. He crashed to salute. "Sir. We have Nelson. He has been picked up. The aeroplane will be arriving within the hour."

"Excellent. Have the duty doctor stand by; we will keep Nelson under sedation for a few days. Make sure the doctor brings the right sedatives."

"Jawolh!"

As the guard left, Shroder took a moment to bask in the delight of his plans reaching fruition.

Please, support me on Pat-reon, just look up The Stargate Time Traveller.