The year was 1987. A cool summer's evening in the city of Dresden. Not much going on tonight, the heat made the people somewhat lazy. After all, there wasn't much point exerting yourself in the evening when . A woman was walking down the footpath towards an apartment complex. Blonde hair. Beautiful, elegant blonde hair going down past her shoulders. Blue eyes, like the ocean, you could get lost in them so easily. She was a bombshell except for one thing. Her personality. As she walked home, opening the door and making her way up the stairs, she wore a somewhat surly expression on her face. She made her way towards her apartment door, trying to find the right key as her neighbour did the same. He then turned to her, a smile on his face. "Happy birthday, Hanna." The woman turned to him, not returning his smile. "Danke Schön." Was all she said, finally getting her key, turning it and entering her home. Shutting the door behind her, she placed her bag on the table beside the door like she always did, this time taking out something. A cake. It was her birthday after all, her 25th, no less. Might as well celebrate. She also had a bottle of Radeberger Pilsner, not exactly Chardonnay but she liked it nonetheless. It was one of the few times she allowed herself to have a drink.

Her home was typical for an East German. She had a small living room, a small dining room and kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small balcony. What more could you want? She had been coming here for years now without much ever changing. Before she prepared her dinner, she switched on the TV, as the news happened to be on. But before she could do anything else, the telephone rang. "Hallo?" She answered. "Hanna, meine erdbeere! Happy birthday!" It was her mother. Hanna smiled somewhat. "Danke Mutti." Even if she was a stick in the mud, her mother always made sure she was keeping well. "So tell me, how is your big day going? Twenty-Five is a big milestone!" Hanna paused. "Good, I guess. Holger gave me a cake for free, so that was nice. I got a few cards as well. Are you telling people that it's my birthday?" She asked. "Your father just can't help himself, Hanna sweetie, we're so proud of you!" Hanna rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I'd prefer you didn't. I like my own privacy." Her mother laughed. "Oh, nonsense! You're such a fine young lady, you deserve a nice birthday! Did you get our card?" Hanna glanced over to the door, seeing a pile of envelopes that had been swept aside when she opened it. "Yeah, I did. Thanks."

"Okay! I'll leave you enjoy the rest of your day! Your father wishes you a happy birthday too! Oh, and don't forget to visit! Bye bye!" With that, she hung up. Somewhat paying attention to the news, she looked up above the TV case, just to make sure the picture was still there. Sure enough, it was. Hitler presided over her apartment like he usually did. Yes, that Hitler. Anyone who looked at her the spot in the case where she kept her books would have seen a copy of Mein Kampf and anyone who stepped inside her bedroom would have seen the swastika armband she kept on her bedside locker.

Yes, Hanna was a Nazi. That kind of thing could be classed as an alienating personality trait. Not that she was very open with her views, that kind of talk would have meant the Stasi would have knocked down your door with a warrant for your arrest, but there was no doubting the dogmatic belief Hanna held in her far right ideology. She really hated East Germany. Communism too. As well as several dozen 'lesser' ethnic groups. But she managed to keep her ideas under wraps for most of the time that she held them, with no one knowing a thing about it.

The next item on the news was somewhat interesting. A ship had been found off the Canary Islands with an empty coffin on board, thought to have been buried for over one hundred years. The ship had been reported as missing several months ago, but it had only been found now. There was no trace of the crew, or even that they had been murdered. It was like they just vanished. An interesting item, but like they said, no one had any idea what had happened and it wasn't likely they'd get an answer anytime soon.

Then the phone rang again. "Ja?" She answered, slightly annoyed. "Hanna Rommel, yes?" She didn't recognise the voice on the other end, but it sure knew her name. "Who's this?" She asked. "Let's just say I found out about your stand, Ms. Rommel. I have a proposition for you. Should you accept, I can get you out of East Germany through Finland. Does that suit?" Hanna was tempted. The prospect of leaving this place was tempting indeed. But she was no fool. "How did you even get this number?" She demanded. "Let's just say I'm well connected. Anyway, we've sent a letter with more details, it should have arrived by now." Hanna got up and checked the pile that had been swept aside, opening all the envelopes before finding the letter. Reading it, seeing the tickets and pictures attached, she became convinced of some level of legitimacy to the phone call. Returning with the contents of the envelope, she picked up the receiver again. "I can't explain too much more over the phone. It's much better if I explain it to you in person. See you in Helsinki." The line went dead. Her curiousity was peaked. She checked the plane ticket, seeing the date. Next week. She returned to making her dinner, filled with curiousity as to what awaited her in Finland.

Next week rolled around in a flash. Hanna had gotten herself to Helsinki, and to the designated meeting point. Why the hell did it have to be here? She absolutely hated the cold, and boy was Helsinki cold. Hanna must have been wearing at least three coats and five pairs of tights yet it still felt bitingly cold. Hanna had packed light, taking what she felt were the bare essentials. Still, that didn't include a hot water bottle, something she really could have used right now. "Feeling a bit cold?" A man asked, speaking perfect German. Light skin, short blond hair. He wore a white hoodie and white pants, blending in with the snow perfectly and looked in no way like he felt the cold. He took his hand out of his pocket and extended it. "Teemu Toivonen. I'm a stand user, like you" Hanna was surprised. "Huh? Who told you that?"

"That would be me." A man stepped out from the alley His skin was sallow, his hair was black, short and dry, swept to one side. While he didn't have a beard, you could make out a light stubble. He wore a black coat over his badly creased black shirt, with some jeans that looked a little out of place given how shabby he looked. "Vahid Ghoochannejhad. I'm the leader here." Hanna shook neither's hand, instead opting to continue her interrogation. "Show me your stands. I want to see proof that you aren't lying." She demanded. "I can understand that. I'm sure Teemu will have no qualms either." Teemu nodded. "Tohtoh!" Teemu summoned his stand. A strange, metallic stand with humanoid shape appeared. Its arms came to a point on the ends, rather than the stand having hands. The stand had bnght blue eyes that looked like a fly's, but no mouth. "Tohtoh has been my stand since was eight years old." Teemu explained. He then produced an empty beer can and threw it into the air. Tohtoh jumped into the air and punched the can with his sharp arm. As the stand jumped down, Teemu pointed up. "Look. It has stopped." Hanna was impressed. The beer can was suspended in mid-air by absolutely nothing. Snow was beginning to accumulate on top of the can, yet it didnt move. "I see. How long will this last?" She asked "A full minute. Until then, the can will not move. Try it!" He encouraged her. Hanna was skeptical. "Fine then." Teemu shrugged and hoisted himself up. Amazingly, the can supported his weight easily. He then jumped back down. "Of course, it depends how big the object Tohtoh stabs is, and how powerful, as well as how long it holds for."

"Now, my turn." Vahid summoned his stand "Pilot 21!" A gun appeared in his hands. It looked like a regular gun, a standard M16 Assault Rifle commonly used by the United States. Painted all black, it had white Persian wniting along the side which Hanna did not understand. "This gun is a never ending oil well." Vahid explained, shooting at the can to demonstrate. "With this, we will never be in need oil again!" Hanna was less impressed, but nonetheless, she showed respect for Vahid's stand. There were clearly combat uses for it too. "Well, it's good." Hanna remarked. "But we will need more people than just this if we want to...what do you want to do?"

"Well, I figured you'd be interested in this. You see, the Soviet Union is dying. Maybe you don't know that, but the Russian grip on the Eastern Bloc is fading. Instability wreaks havoc behind its borders every day. In Iran I hear reports from people fleeing the Caucuses and Central Asia that Moscow is using more and more brutal means to suprress dissent in those regions. So, I have my network of contacts and all I need is a team of stand users. That's where you come in." Vahid explained. "I know that you of all people would love to see the Soviet Union collapse, as it means that Germany will be re-united again inevitably." Hanna had to hand it to him, he knew what buttons to press. She was certainly enticed. "Ja, sounds good. But how can I trust that you're telling the truth?" Vahid shrugged. "Well...you can't, actually. You'll just have to trust me." She turned with that. "Thanks but no thanks. Tschuss."

"Ms. Rommel, wait-" Vahid stopped him. "Leave her, Teemu. There's nothing wrong with playing it safe. No, nothing wrong with going back to the mundane, boring life under a reigime that you hate, worried that your lifestyle might one day land you in a jail cell. no nothing wrong with that. Come on Teemu, we'll find someone else to fill in." He began to walk off, a wry smile on his face as he looked at Hanna struggle with her own desires. She gntted her teeth. 'Ich kann nicht glauben dass..." She turned around. "Fine. But there's gotta be other stand users you wanna have a look at, nght?" Vahid nodded. "There is." Teemu took him aside. "What about what you told me?" He asked. "There's been a change of plans. The one from Burma just went off the radar. I can only assume he got caught, or something else came up."

Hanna analysed them both. Teemu appeared to be the more meticulous of the group. He calculated risks, planned his every move. Things done by him would be done well because he had used tried and tested methods. However, he appeared inflexible. If you threw him a curveball, he wouldn't react very well. Vahid on the other hand appeared very disorganised. You could tell that much by looking at him. He might have been hard to upset or surprise, but that was probably because of how aloof he was. You definitely didn't want to trust him with your life and yet, he seemed to have all the answers. His aloof nature may very well have been a front, but Hanna couldn't tell. But before she could think further, they turned to her. "Care to show us your stand?" Teemu asked. She looked around. "Not here. I need somewhere nice and open."

Hanna regretted raising that issue, because an hour later, they were outside Helsinki, in a forest that was even colder than the city. "I hope you got me good accomodation for this!" Hanna gritted her teeth. "Depends how good your stand is." Vahid answered. "Sabaton! Blitz!" Hanna summoned her stand. All of a sudden, the air was filled with the loud noise of tanks. An impressive seven tanks. "Wow .." Vahid was clearly impressed. Each tank was the same. They were modelled off German Panthers, but with many improvements as Hanna explained. "The tanks are much lighter overall, while still being strong enough to act as battering rams. Capable of speeds of up to 155 kilometers per hour, und best of all, they are all-terrain. These tanks do not need any roads to carry them. Only my willpower! Behold, meine stand!" The patriotic German within her had broken out. "I can call out any amount of panzers I like at once. While I cannot make them any bigger than this, I can make them much smaller. Any questions?"

Vahid and Teemu looked at one another. "I change my mind." Teemu admitted. "Maybe we don't need anyone else."

Author's Note

Sabaton= Band of the same name

Tohtoh= Toto

Pilot 21= Twenty One Pilots

As for what kind of tanks Hanna uses, they're sort of fantasy tanks really. Modelled after Panthers no doubt since the consensus is that they were the best tanks of the war for Germany, but with some serious modifications. Not real tanks by any means, they're much faster than any tank could reasonably be. I throw in the odd German phrase every now and then, I don't intend to translate all of them but hopefully context clues can fill you in on what is being said. I try my best to make it not too hard to understand.

So yeah. One of the main characters is a Nazi. I want to clarify I'm not a Nazi, please don't send boxes of poo to my house. I do have my reasons for trying a character like this but I really want to save that for when all is said and done. For now I'll simply say I wanted to do a character who was a very bad person and see if I could make them likeable.

I also feel like I should mention this for people who dont know, but the Stasi were the real life hyper efficient East German Secret Police that learned about from my neighbour who grew up in East Berlin.

On the flipside. The Stardust Crusaders will also be showing up, so yay guess. Although, will be making some changes to the world, as you have probably already guessed. Ngl I fell out of Jojo for a while, but Stone Ocean hype has gotten the better of me. Maybe I might actually finish this fic this time around.

Thanks for reading!