Summoning the Greater Axis Pact
Pact 6 - Saderan Alliance Part 6
Duchy of Zilicat, Italica
Two Days Passing Battle of Italica
"Alright, that's all set..." The first Eastern Outpost had been finished, having construction going on back behind, the Outpost was placed 1.5km in the path leading to Italica, having barred a lot of the land with hesco bastions and wirings, the Trinity Pact or Force as some still called it had garrisoned the 1.5km radius of the city, that was...around...what? 15.9 km square of land being garrisoned with a few Divisions coming in to garrison the Duchy of Zilicat, now renamed to the Reichsduchy auf Italica by the Germans.
"Damn, these are some nice quality work for a Japanese." A German patted a Japanese Hesco Bastion.
"...Yeah, we imported them."
"...Oh."
"Anywho, I'm still...unfamiliar with the use of Striker Units." The JSDF turned to find a Karlsland Witch with a new E-50 Striker Unit model with its 88mm cannon, the same one used for the Tiger I Striker Unit. "Seriously."
"Yeah, I'm on the same boat."
"You two!" A female voice called out, having revealed herself to be a Witch with a Jagdtiger Striker Unit. "Get your asses off! Now!"
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" The two quickly ran off. Olga Karla von Carius sighed, having seen some soldiers talked while on duty.
"How's your day?"
"...Shut up, Mikaela." Mikaela Zimmermann had been a good friend of hers, but still the same pain in the ass. "What are you doing here anyways?" The Tiger I Ausf E Modified Striker Unit user simply hummed.
"What am I doing indeed...perhaps, meeting an old friend, could that be?" Olga sighed.
"Of course...what's your opinion on the E-50?"
"...The E-50...a capable tank, I'd say, it's basically a more advanced Panther in all cases..."
"The Schmalturm turret?" Mikaela raised an eyebrow at the older girl.
"...It's ugly, that's for sure..."
"Exact thoughts, heard that Command would use a more Panther-ish turret for it."
"That's a relief, I'd probably be sick looking at the turret." Olga shivered at the sight of the Schmalturm every day and when she would need to change the design.
"Anyways, the E-50 is simply similar to a Panther II that I would argue looks better with the Schmalturm, but I didn't quite feel the Rhinemetall design was...good overall."
"Ah that's a design I'd throw away any moment."
"True...it's by far the shittiest turret design I've seen after the Tiger II Piersche Turret."
"Girls! I think I see something in the distance!" A Gallian Tank Witch yelled, getting some of their attention.
"...It can't be reinforcements...brigands?"
"No! I think they have a flag of some sort!" A Gallian Tanker spoke up, his AMX M4 45 simply stood there with its 90mm cannon. "Should I fire?"
"Halt that thought." Olga denied his request. "Let's see what they're here for." A simple loading of her 128mm KwK simply ominously click in, Mikaela's grin with her 88mm followed. The stationed Centauro MBT of the Italian Regio Esercito came along finely as the smoke soon turned clearer.
"Girls...with royal armor and a rose banner, ain't that the one similar to the Princess' banner?"
"Orders?"
"Contact Command, tell them to get Princess...Princess who was it now?"
"...Pina...co Lada..." Some soldiers stifled their laughters, even the Italian Tank Commander. "A-Alright, Pina co Lada...with a screwdriver."
"Wha-S-Shut up...kuku..." Olga wiped a tear. "Alright, tell them to get Princess Fruit Punch in here."
"Pfft! U-Understood, ma'am! Princess Fruit Punch!" Everyone burst out laughing. "Alright...alright...let's get this shit show over! Chop chop, boys and girls!"
"Aye, sir!"
Paie really didn't like her standing on clearly being used as a translator, but really, she wanted to earn something for a living and the German Wehrmacht had a lot to offer and she was privileged as a Waffen-SS more so than a Wehrmacht soldier. "So, as the Generals stated they had come to a direct conclusion to build an airfield in your territory. Is that acceptable, Duchess?"
"It is more than acceptable, you saved my Duchy and taken it into your Empire...well, voluntarily I might say and that my people would be forever in debt of you."
"What did she say?" General Patton asked, having smoke a pipe.
"She said yes, it is more than acceptable, sir."
"I see...that's good."
"Anyways, where is the Princess?" Principe Andre, the Italian General asked as Paie looked a bit alarmed.
"I do not know of her whereabouts, as of now, Prince Andre."
"...I see..."
"P-Prince?" The Duchess gasped at the male in question.
"W-Whoops." Andre was already having headache at the situation.
"I-I apologize for not taking into notice that I was in the presence of a prince."
"W-Well, he's a Prince, but he's not the influential family, just a figurehead."
"But still, a prince is a prince and needs to be treated with respect!" The Duchess countered as Paie looked a bit worried for her own well-being.
"...Well..."
"...This is going to be far more complicated." The three would soon continue the chatter with the other members present looking at them amused, picking bit by bit from Paie.
"Princess Pina co Lada!" A maid came to the room of the Princess, who was sleeping. "I beg your forgiveness, milady." She dumped a bucket of water on the Princess.
"Wha-!? The enemy-"
"The enemy is gone, milady. The Treeneeteepack asks for your presence, something along the line of women on horses in the Eastern Outpost." Pina's face paled, she didn't think about sending a messenger to tell her peers of what had happened for two days. TWO DAYS! THIS WAS UNWELL OF HER TO DO SOMETHING AS OUTRAGEOUS AS THIS!
"Bring me to them."
"As you wish...but first...your clothing?" The Princess blushed madly at the fact that she was going to go out with her wet clothing. "I shall prepare an attire, please wait for a moment."
"Please hurry."
"Please tell me we're going to get some back-up?"
"On the contrary, we're probably not going to..." A Rowlian, now deemed Germanian spoke up a bit disappointed. "...Might we be able to blow them into pieces?"
"...Ehhh, I wanna make them suffer personally, but Command told us to and I quote 'TrEaT tHEm NiCelY, wE DoN'T waNT cOmPLIicatIOns.', don't ask..." The Knight Order was barking shit upon shit on the men.
"DAMN YOU, BARBARIANS! LET US THROUGH! OR WE WILL MAKE YOU!"
...
"The bitch can't shut up, huh?" A JSDF senior officer who had been dealing with many people asked with a bitter tone, referring to the one with golden drills for hair. "God, she's annoying."
"Listen, lady! Until we get confirmation, you're to standby, otherwise we'd be force to get him." Pointing towards the Axis-American M1 Abrams, that passed through a day ago as part of the American Detachment or as some say the Amerika Sturmabteilung, a Storm Detachment Expeditionary Force. "To blow you up, and I know that you heard we have Iron Elephants that blow fire."
The M1 simply lazily moved forth and soon reached a good few meters away from the post before pointing its barrel towards the Rose Order.
"Bozes, I think it's best we simply wait."
"Panache!? How could you!? Her Highness might be in danger!"
"Oh God, this is getting far and far more annoying, can't we just end them!? Please! For the love of God!" An Italian complained.
"Ah shove it, bruder, this is nothing like we haven't dealt with, we've dealt worse..."
"...True..."
"Bozes!" The Princess, Princess Fruit Punch simply rode her horse with Hamilton following with her own.
"About damn time." The Rowlian sighed at their be-damned-to-hell-coconut-and-rum-cocktail-named savior, didn't even match the color of a Pina Co Lada even if it was dyed red.
"Princess! I-"
"What is the meaning of this!?" A few chuckles made theirselves known as the officers simply looked at the ongoing scene unfolding before them.
"P-Princess? W-We're here to save-"
"The city is saved! What about the other parts of the Duchy?!"
"S-Several towns had fallen, we had to fight through to get to you and-"
"And cause a scene with these men that saved the city!? Bozes, I have never thought that you would've been this...this incompetent!"
"P-Princess!? Surely-"
"No, stop, get off your High Horse, Bozes! The Empire is better off making peace than continuing this war! We're still going to make amends and this is going to be it!"
"..." The scene went silent with the blonde drillhead holding her head down in shame. "Y-Yes, Princess."
"Good! Now apologize to the men who you had insulted!"
"P-Princess!? I wouldn't bow my head to some comm-"
"Bow. Your. Head. Down. And. Apologize." Pina had to say that slowly to get into the blonde's head and through her barrier of ego.
"...Yes, Princess." Getting off her horse, she looked onto the officers around. "I-I...I apologize...for my behavior." She bowed her head down. Some soldiers quickly laughed their asses off at the shame and basically humiliation that the Knight was to handle.
"Oh God, this is priceless!" Some had been going on and about.
"Officer, is it possible for you to escort us? Just so we don't seem to skeptical." The Lead Officer, a World Pact officer from the Kingdom of Ostmark simply nodded when the Rowlian translated.
"We shall escort you, under one condition of not belittling me or my men in your talks...understood?"
"Yes, officer."
Italica, West Gate
"...So, we're going to leave when now?"
"Apparently, we've run into some complications of the Princess joining us."
...
The Commanders either quickly pinched their nose's bridge or rubbed their temples, some officers facepalmed, while others just straight up sighed with some just looking confused. "Why are they even trying to join us to-"
"Making amends, perhaps." The Capitano deducted. "It didn't seem farfetched..."
"But making amends after watching our battle?" Itami asked as some of the reasons looked a bit...well, unclear.
"She's scared most likely, she hasn't seen anything like this."
"True..."
"But most importantly is the Slaves." Amirah interjected. "If we can get a peace deal, we may be able to get the remaining slaves out of their reign."
"A sound idea."
"Yeah, but would the populace be okay with that? Think about it for a bit..." Itami for once, made them think about Amirah's idea again. "...W-Well, I'm not that much of a thinker, but I don't really see that they all would just immediately surrender their slaves..."
"...True...probably that's why those Schwarz Engels were on combat duty..."
"Eh?"
"...The ones that assisted us were greens, newly promoted airborne troops. They hadn't acted like the actual unit...explains a lot..."
"You're telling us that they weren't the Elites?"
"Basically, no doubt that Command wants them to perform Slave Extraction missions and other missions that needed Light Infantry and Airborne Troops to do." The Capitano confirmed his own suspicions. "...But enough of that...our Recon Battalion will be enlarged with the fact that Command is willing to give us a Veteran Armored Platoon to back us up. How about your ends?"
"Type 74's apparently going to be permanent after this, too bad they serviced it back there...coulda used it in the battle."
"And the Pact had just gave the clear to use the M26 Pershing, an additional E-50 and a T-44 prototype." Minna spoke on behalf of the World Pact, having worried that a similar case would be with another Fire Dragon incident.
"So when will we get those reinforcements?"
"Wait, this is the Joint Recon Battalion?" A German officer behind them questioned as he and his men, wore an RSS uniform. "...Err, I am Leutnant Adawale von Bohr, leader of the Veteran Armored Platoon that was assigned to the Battalion," behind him were two Marder APCs, a Kriegs Panther and a well known Light Tank, the Puma or as people who like to make it hard on themselves call it, the Leichter Panzerkampfwagen V. "This is the right spot, right?"
"Yeah...we're not expecting you guys until we come back to Base."
"Ah, yeah, that's probably because we were a part of the Das Reich 2nd Division, we were told to hold here while the others prepare for what I would quote "Liberation" of Zilicat from the Brigands, but honestly, you'd be surprised if we don't actually make them our puppet."
"Wait, this is now a puppet state?" Mio looked a bit surprised as Adawale shrugged.
"Don't ask me, ask Top Brass, apparently the fatherland needed to expand its influence, Italy had been doing the same. Well, basically abolishing all of the Noble Rules and stuff, they wanted to install a more prominent figure until the Duchess is old enough to rule the land and have the figure to be basically the second Top Dog above the Council."
"Isn't that...illegal?"
"Ehh, you know Liberion and Faraway Land as you call them? I never thought that they would speak a language that first originated from Europa, nor did I think they look similar to them..."
"...Point taken." Mio bitterly responded, having seen how the Liberion, the Faraway Landers and the Britannians were of the same descent.
"See? At least here, when we train their Militia, without us, they'd be able to fend themselves far better than before."
"This is just an excuse to expand..."
"Politics and Influence are power that can throw off the other side. Just be damn grateful we don't need a Gate in the sea-"
"That actually just happened recently..." An Italian officer spoke up.
"...Say what now?" The German looked a bit surprised.
"You see..."
A Day Ago...
Mediterranean Sea, 10 km to the East from Sicily
The Italian Battleship, the RNS Veneto had been sortieing out for its daily patrol with the Heavy Cruiser, Zara and the Destroyer, the Lanciere, the three ships had been detached from their Group to cover more ground as they were going for the Suez Canal that Germany controlled, well, they really wished that they got Gibraltar, but that wasn't the case when they now got a Gate.
...
"Admiral? Is that what I think it is?"
"…Bloody merda…" In front was a Gate that was far larger than the one at Anzio, spanning a good few kilometers in width and a good one and a half kilometers in height.
"Sir, your orders?"
"Keep eyes trained. Contact the shores, call them to evacuate the beaches."
"Right'o." At the state of war, everything must be taken into account, no matter how insignificant it was. Every life mattered, money didn't have anything against lives, nor can it compare. "This is Battleship Veneto, we have discovered another Gate over."
"This is Naval Base Sicily. Are you positive?"
"Positive, we're going to watch for what it holds, over."
"Understood, keep caution. Over."
"Roger, over and out."
A good few minutes passed before the radar picked on something. And it wasn't just a something.
It was big.
It was massive.
Holy Hell, was it massive!
"Bloody hell. Reverse! Reverse!"
"Reversing!" The ships had been going at it for a while as they had been a good few kilometers away, but the contact was much larger. The creature took form of a massive whale-like being, teeth were nothing like a whale's, it's much like it was a mixture of a whale and a basking shark.
"Fire all guns! Repeat! Fire all guns!" The 380mm calibered triple-barreled turrets fired their salvoes, total of six quickly smashed through and pierced through the whale like a knife through butter, the whale's skin was quickly penetrated even though it looked so rough. "Reload! Fire all secondaries and AAs at it!" The secondary batteries of 152mm cannons quickly turned, the 105mm, 88mm and 5cm FlaK Guns quickly went live.
The Destroyer, Lanciere fired its twin 152mm cannons, the Zara fired its 6 guns of 283mm calibers, the amount of shellings that was thrown at it quickly desecrated the being into its after life after taking a severe beating. "That was…something…"
"…I have a reading of over a hundred ships…decently-sized…like that of a…a hundred-gun ship."
"…Tch, aim all cannons forward. Where is our support?"
"Aircraft Carrier Ezio will arrive in a bit."
"Estimate?"
"…Five minutes till in range for Fighter-Bombers."
"Damn it!"
"Sir! Enemy has come out of the Gate!" And sure enough a hundred ships came out, but they were not facing some old navy, while only three, they were of good serviced ships, Zara being the newest ship to be commissioned. "Orders?"
"Fire until they are nothing, but driftwood."
"Roger. All guns aim and fire! All ships! Fire all you've got at them!" The guns quickly adjusted their aim, all cannons, all AA guns, everything locked their places when the order was given. "FIRE!"
Dozens of shells flew as the 5cm FlaK fired its cannon rapidly, every 5cm a ship can have fired all their ammo in the clip. The AA quickly ripped them apart with the main guns being overkills as the shells smashed through and overpenetrated, resulting in a massive explosion underwater. The pillars of water rose and quickly exploded into the air. In a span of a minute, sixty ships were sunk in what felt like ages for the people who fired the guns.
At the second minute, all were, but dead. The sailors checked their time and watched as the seconds ticked and the sound of the ticking came back to them after the intense and rapid firing of the cannons. "T-That was..."
"Way faster than I imagined..."
"...Oorah?"
"...Oorah…"
Present Time, Italica, West Gate
"...In short, they basically killed around...maybe...ten thousand men? I don't know, we haven't got a record for how many men a hundred-gun ship can hold." The Italian took out a cig and smoked it. "Cig?"
"We don't do that here." The Italian simply shrugged.
"If you're sure." He soon puffed some smoke. "When are we leaving, chief?"
"...Just after we actually get the VIPs in...and then we're gonna head to NIS to gather some supplies, get some of our belongings and then get to the JSDF Base."
"Wait, are we going to visit your base first?" Everyone was already intrigued on how their Base was going, yes, there are a few personnel of their own stationed there, but they had never communicated that much about the scenery.
"Yeah. Command says that the Russ had been more than willing to provide some additional support, the Americans had been sending us some too, China on the other hand...well, let's just say that they are eager to try out some new weapons they got from their Russian-China Joint Research."
"Ah...that's...reassuring, in my World they were the biggest nation to hold the power."
"Oh yeah, but here, it's the opposite, Britain's currently divided, so you can guess how well they are, the French...well, let's say that they are much better with us than alone..."
"Right, so, where are the VIPs?"
"Sorry, we're late!" Tuka came in shouting, Rory and Lelei behind her. "We got caught up with some...well, things..."
"Don't matter. Ready for trip?" The Capitano questioned as the three simply nodded. "...Where's the old one?"
"Oh, he's going to stay for a while, he doesn't like to deal with officials." The Capitano simply shrugged.
"Whatever he wants I guess..." Paie simply winced at how terrible the tone that her superior was speaking in.
"Captain..."
"Not now, Paie."
"Where's the Princess?"
"...Well..."
"Still preparing." Lelei answered in stead of the wood elf.
"I see..."
A few Helicopters with some insignias on it flew over them, looking closely, the Axis can clearly see that the choppers weren't some simple choppers. "...Schwarz Engels."
"Eh?"
"The actual deal." The insignia, a pair of jet black wings with some unholy onyx black halo over a cracked tusk white skull was imprinted on each one of those helicopters. "Holy shit, they actually based themselves here."
"Is that a bad thing?" Gertrud had been much more concerned on that part.
"If anything, it's a miracle for them to go to a Capital City or something to act as their Home Base. Just note to not try anything against them. They really hate attention, that's why we're not even trying to get their signatures...they'd beat us up quite badly."
"Beat up-they sound more like a gang than a Special Ops." Shirley commented.
"They sound more like brutes than Angels like you claim them to be."
"Schwarz Engel is a synonym for Fallen Angels, they've been one of the brightest Airborne Troops in the ZWK, but the moment that their formation saw their first theatre...well, that changed and soon did their behavior. If anything, in combat they were ruthless and diehard stubborn, every mission went on as a success, seeing multiple casualties, while having low chances of success...they're like gamblers...that...is why I'm scared of them." Astermann for once shivered.
"Ja, even if we are German, they don't care about nationality, race or even religion, they're basically what you'd call equalizers...everyone gets the same treatment as the other."
...
"Sorry to have bothered you." A female voice that the Commanders knew so well came in, it simply broke the awkward silence as Pina escorted by a blonde, drilled haired girl with a silver short haired tomboy looking girl came up with...lavishly designed clothings of gold and blue, also wearing beret-like hats... "Was it too long?"
"...Quite, just get in." The Falmartians quickly got in as the Capitano radioed in. "Everyone! We're moving! Chop chop!"
"Alright! Back home! We're going back and forth, what the hell is wrong with all this!?" Adawale cried out in complaint. "Armored Platoon! Let's go! Move move move!" Getting to his Kriegs Panther, the Leutnant soon moved out in front with the Marders and the Puma, the infamously named Ru251 made use of its high speed to keep a pace of 60km/hour with the Kriegs Panther following with the same speed. The vehicles behind followed in with a similar speed.
30 Minutes Passing
"How much longer?" Itami asked through the COMMs as the Capitano answered back with.
"5 minutes max, we'll reach the entry point to the NIS."
"You've been saying that a lot. What does it stand for actually?" Amirah questioned as Adawale soon came through.
"You haven't told them about it?"
"Nah, they didn't ask. Oh, nevermind the five minutes, everyone, to your front, welcome to Novus Imperium Sardegna, the official new part of the Novus Imperium Romanum!" The view in front was completely changed from a green scenery to an actual city, albeit a small one, but one with an actual asphalt road, walls, a Gate of Iron, sniper towers and some other facilities.
"Holy shit!"
"That's quick construction right there!"
"How come we don't get to do that kind of stuff?"
"Funding goes a lot for the Military and Infrastructure, that's the policy of a German Constitutional Monarchy...or basically something of the sort mixed with some Nationalist Cultural Ideology where our leader picks their next heir, causing the fact that our Kanzlerin is a 27 year old lady, who had been managing everything perfectly." The German simply smirked. "Politics and Economy, she can deal well, she relies on our good soldier, our good ol' General, our good ol' Marshal and good ol' RSS buddy, who runs the RSS and everything military-related in my fatherland, sir War Marshal, Minister of Defense, Axis Minister of Security and Head of the Reichs-SS, like he has always been, I would've said our good' ol boy and good ol' savior, but then I would get smacked by him and be told that he ain't no Catholic, but a Protestant, I don't see the problem, but whatever..."
"...Okay."
"Anyways..." The Battalion soon pulled up as the RSS Leutnant at the front came up to the guard. The two talked for a bit until the guard ordered the Gate to be opened. "Looks like we're gonna be going in."
"I can't wait to see the Base, maybe there might be fast fighters as well!" Shirley grinned at the thought.
"Rest assured hopefully, we aren't late for it…" The Capitano simply smirked.
"Eh?" Came the response of all of the men that weren't from the Axis.
Air Base, Novus Imperium Sardegna
Schwarz-2 had been called up for another assignment, this time they had ordered the jet to find where the hell the Mediterranean Gate was. "Schwarz-2, ready for take off. All systems green."
"Roger, Schwarz-2, you are cleared for take-off."
"Oooh, isn't that an SR-71!?" A JSDF officer asked as the others who understood him nodded. "I thought they phased out years back due to costs of operation…"
"Then your users must be stupid, it's a useful aircraft when you need to do strategic reconnaissance if there is another war coming up. Thankfully there isn't, so, the Ho911 Schwarz Adler had been sortied in quite a great number."
"Hueeehhhhhh…how fast can it go?" Shirley asked.
"To tell you the truth, we can only give out an allowed number of the speed it can achieve...at least Mach 2." The World Pact nearly did a spittake, as they looked at the men.
"For real!?"
"Yup."
"If that's the case...the Witches won't be much good huh?"
"Ehh, wouldn't be too sure of that...Command would probably field more scientists and engineers to possibly amplify older Witches to have them stay even after the maturity stage, meaning more adult Witches with possibly leggings that won't really get in the way of their magic and make them more decently appropriate in public." A German officer explained. "Besides, the size of a fighter jet and a Witch is a massive advantage and with how technology had advanced, no way can we just let that slide in our nation, although the age is a problem we all have…"
"...Wait, your World has nothing against Witches?" Amirah asked with a hint of surprise and shock.
"Well, the only thing herr Adler would be against is your age that is considered a minor or not old enough to be in the military...but for the sake of your world, he'd ignore that fact if it does indeed saves people and your family and people that you care about. That's a rule in his book that any person no matter age or sex, should be willing to take up arms and fight for nation and people."
"Sounds like an eccentric man."
"Eh, that was what he added to the book of rules his Generation made, he's continuing the legacy." The man shrugged. "Oh look, final adjustments before flight." All flaps on the Ho911 quickly came through before its engines began to glow brighter and scream.
Tuka, Pina, Bozes and Panache were completely terrified as the sound of what seemed to be a Banshee. Rory and Lelei were simply intrigued with Panache who had been wanting to fly and go fast in some occassions.
"Schwarz-2! Take off!" The aircraft began to propel itself a few good hundred kilometers as it soon climbed into the air at the end of the runway. "Take-off! Successful! Wish me luck, boys!"
"That was one mighty bird...does it got any weapon on it?"
"No, well, there is a proposed Interceptor, but that was postponed due to the fact that's overkill." An Italian joked. "Instead I think they more Interceptors, I don't think we even NEED a jet to down a dragon! A prop from the ZWK are still active nowadays, you can find most just lingering around in the air flying."
"Ah, that's true. Flying a true good ol' craft…" A german nodded. "Anywho, I think the Russ just came downtown." The sound of tracks coming along terrified some of the Falmartians.
Out came the Black Eagle of the Imperial Russian Army, blasting off a Bass-boosted version of Farewell of Slavianka. The tank soon stopped with some of the T-1s and T-2s coming along to a stop. "Hey! Leutnant! What did I tell ya!?" The Lead tank commander asked with a shit eating grin as the men and women of the Battalion turned to the German RSS tanker.
"Ehh, you still lack discipline is all I'm gonna say."
"Ahhh, blyat." The Russ cursed. "I'll prove myself to you! One day! I swear it!"
"...Eccentric guy he is." Adawale simply smiled as the tanks and AFVs moved along.
"I can see that...is that how everyone is in the Army?" The Witch, Erika asked with a bit of disappointment.
"Eh, mostly in leisure time as we did have drills from 5 in the morning till probably 6 in the evening with just half an hour to rest up. We train for up to four years to even be deemed trained enough for the military. Not even experienced…"
"Ahhh, if I may what kind of calibre was that tank?" Le Fay asked, the Liberion for once had been muted by the technological superiority these Germans had.
"Ehh, the front might've...been a...well, I heard they mounted a 152mm on it, but yeah, I think the front has a 152mm...the others are 125mm or somethin'."
"Whaa-really!?" Gertrud drooled over the specs.
"I mean...Britain did come up with the 183mm cannon for a tank…"
"Didn't we come up with a 420mm artillery gun on a tank chassis?"
"...I-...I forgot about that." The German simply muttered out. Gertrud was simply awestruck on how insane the men behind these concepts were. "...Anything we can add again?"
"...Well...wasn't the biggest gun on something we will most likely call a tank be...the fucking 400mm gun we suddenly had the audacity to put on a Königstiger chassis?"
"I...yeah, we did huh?"
"...Some of the most insane shit we Germans had done huh?"
"You said it…"
"...Any chance I might-"
"Impossible."
"Highly unlikely." Trude was quickly shot down of her dream. "Biggest you'll get is the 105mm Howitzer if lucky…"
"You mean the one we used on the big boi?"
"...Yeah."
"Big boi?"
"There he is!" The men and women turned to find an ordinary cargo prop aircraft.
"That's a cargo…"
"Wait for it."
"Alright. Extend the guns, boys. Open shutters."
Some part of the craft opened to reveal holes that soon were filled with cannons as a gatling gun made itself known on the side, a 4cm Autocannon and a 105mm Howitzer cannon. "There ye go!"
"That's an Achtung Herakles, my boys...and gals."
"Is this just to flex over us?" The JSDF asked.
"Technically? Yes."
"Anyways...we're going to need to refuel and the Marshal is very intrigued on speaking to a Witch himself!"
"Oh, so he's actually interested in talking to us?"
"Call it a hunch, but he's probably going to fund a project if I am correct."
"A project?"
"Well...that did peak my interest...let's see what he has to say." Amirah nodded with Minna looking slightly worried.
"Are you actually sure we can trust him?"
"If anything? Don't try to mess with his family, anything that is worse than pissing him off is hurting his family or those he consider family, stranger or not."
"...what happened to the last time?"
"Alright...mentally challenged little sister, age probably if not 16, 17, having a night out with her friends, some boys and girls, gets picked on for being mental, gets physically attacked, friends got beaten up by the bully's friends for attempting to help her. Got that?"
"Yep. Still can't see why he's scary."
"Right then...bully is 6' 2", kinda muscular. Sister's friends brought her to her home where Marshal soon learns of it and began to fucking rage."
"By rage-"
"I mean that he was absolutely livid and actually feels like he can and will tear someone apart and mutilate them further?" Yoshika and Lynette backed up from the details explained. "Then yeah, he was. Called up some of his brothers, some of the royal princes that he knew were jacked. This is bear in mind when he was 19 and had been a part of the Das Jugend, where he learnt deadly techniques and borderline suicide training missions...well, let's just say the outcome really messed the bully up with some...harsh and major injuries that won't heal up well…"
"He used a gun?" Itami asked as the German looked a bit sheepish.
"Yeah...just to whack the bully around without firing a shot, then basically continued to torment the hell out of him." The look of the men and women's faces except the Falmartians went to a bit of horrified look. "...He borderline tortured him is all I'm saying and that he is living his life until now...on a bed I might add, he was only stopped by his sister's friends who begged him to stop, well, to say Adler was sane apparently was quite wrong, he responded with 'Yeah, should've made him at least conscious when I break a few of his fingers,'."
"...Well, that's enough of a story for one day. We should meet up with him just to see what he wants." Everyone looked at Amirah, they looked as if she grew another head or something. "What?"
"N-Nothing, but...you're sure?" Mio asked.
"If I get to know what this project is and if it can help us continue service then yes. I'm in."
"...Well, I'll have to join in. No way am I gonna let those bastards from the Anti-Witch Organization get rid of us and have the last laugh!" Gertrud huffed with a bit of pissed look.
"Yeah! I'll join in too!" Erica came in.
"And don't forget the fact that I can fly way faster with some new Jet Strikers!" Shirley chimed into the conversation.
"Not to mention the nifty gadgets we'd be getting…" Hanna muttered to herself with a grin.
"Alright...simmer down...let's just get to it." Minna sighed.
"Rather tenacious huh? Just as I expected from all of you!" Mio simply laughed loudly at how the Witches acted.
Axis Meeting Room
"I see...so you are Marshal Adler Reichs." Amirah spoke as the man in front of her, Adler simply smirked, the room was filled by only some Witches with two German RSS guards.
"Indeed. You are Captain Amirah Aisyah Sulaiman of the Royal Air Force, correct?"
"You did your homework. I'm impressed."
"...You seriously sound like my wife and not in some good way, but a way that is triggering my PTSD of her, seriously…" Adler muttered before rubbing his head. "That aside...I do have a proposal as I had told my men to tell you."
"...Let's say I'm interested, what's in it for us?"
"First of all, funds will be paid fully by me if successful, second of all, renting our older Jet Fighters to you and I don't mean the Schwalbe or Gen 1 fighters, we're looking at Generation 2s here. We'll also throw in some guns for you to replicate."
"And?"
"...Well, we can simply give out some fine blueprints of some additional things that might come in handy."
"...What's the price?"
"I guarantee no life loss, all will be on me if that happens, I'll pay all medical bills if need be and everything. We just need testers and a Striker Unit to work with."
"...Say we accept, are these blueprints going to us?"
"Naturally, we'll share every bit of it. You are a valuable asset and catalyst, in exchange I'll guarantee that my men will not let anyone disband your Wing ever again."
"...You are offering us many and yourself little."
"...Possibly...it's because we wish for migration papers if possible. So a Generation of Witches can be started here."
"I see...so that's what you want, is it?"
"It's selfish, but trust me, I wish for better of our two Worlds."
"...Technology for technology...yet you offer us no life for a life…"
"...Perhaps, it is because we have nothing much to offer...but I assure you, this term...will be worth the price."
"...I should report this-"
"That information can go to the damned Anti-Witch Organization within your coalition. Such information might endanger you to them even more, I can imagine so, but if we work on this fast and then get rid of the AWO then things will go smoother, for the record I've been asked to hand them my guns and tanks and planes…"
"...May I have some time to think this over?"
"All the time in the world. Just not when I die." Adler simply gave his part to which some Witches chuckled at. "Tell my men, they're loyalists, so it's good."
"I see...then I shall see to it. Marshal."
"Captain."
"Did it go well?" Hanna asked as some Witches were excited.
"He...asked us to migrate some Witches there…" The witches looked surprised. "He says if we accept, we'll get better weapons overall, a boost in technological supremacy."
"...I'm betting my life to go there huh...can I?" Hanna asked as the Witches looked a bit surprised. "It's selfish, but then if the Neurois attack us again. We'll be better prepared. Besides. He did say us Witches had more uses than an ordinary fighter."
"...Are you sure, Hanna?"
"I've been shot at multiple times, downed and wounded...but there? Who knows? I might find a love."
"...Anyone else?"
"...Can I come?" Shirley surprisingly volunteered. "I mean, I can be a pilot who leisurely flies over Mach 1 and then perform some actually good things! A test pilot if I can!"
"Ehhh!? If Shirley's there! You'll bet I'm coming too!" Lucchini wasn't letting up on her best friend with her breasts.
"Well...I guess I can't stop you...but we'll set up a campaign of 'exchange units'."
"Fair if I might add."
"Alright then it's decided…"
Joint Recon Battalion
"Alright, everyone...the real reason we're here is not just to resupply stuff as you know that only a handful of us are going through the Gate...and we do have a VIP going with us...so..." Astermann spoke up before the Battalion noticed an Italian car coming up behind them.
"I'm not late, am I?" A young woman came out, the Princess herself, Princess Zara came out of the car with two Black Shirt Guards, armed with a Beretta 92SF and a Specter M4 on them both, being both male and female, wearing . "Hello everyone, did dear Astermann debriefed everything?"
"...Everyone, this is our VIP, Princess Zara von Zara, how that works? I have no idea." The Princess looked completely red.
"A-Ah, Astermann!"
"Don't worry, Princess..."
"We're childhood buddies, but you don't need to be that mean!" The woman gave him a pout, everyone just looked at the two dumbfoundedly.
"Y-You're childhood buddies with the Princess!?" An Italian yelled. "HOW!?"
"Maybe it's because I have some common sense? Maybe that's a start?"
"AGGGGHHHHH!"
"Well, enough of that, I am happy to see that the World Pact has some equality in gender...despite being a bit underaged..." Zara gave out a weak smile. "...But still, hearing your story I can't help, but agree if it's to reduce casualties and replace pilots..."
"Thank you for your understanding, milady." Amirah quickly bowed her head. "Not everyday that everyone acknowledges the Witches as a formal force..."
"Ahh, well, not everyone agrees, but desperate times need desperate measures, I can share the feeling." Zara smiled. "And do call me Zara, instead of milady...it gets...too formal, I don't quite like it..."
"That's why she asked me to call her nicknames which I answered with Zara...because her actual name is too long..."
"...So what is it?"
"Zaranius Maria Giovanna von Zara. That -nius suffix was quite much unnecessary..."
"True." Astermann nodded.
"Anyways! I'll be in your care..." The woman did a little curtsy. "Hopefully our three worlds are understanding of each other." It was a gesture...a beautiful gesture considering that she is a Princess of an Empire to be honest.
"And here I thought Princesses of an Empire are quite...egoistic and a bit of selfish..."
"...Well, technically not the truth of that, but there are those types...they're just harder to find with many doctrines we need to follow to a diplomatic route...also if you don't mind, Adler had been too worried of my safety, so expect additional reinforcements when we are through the Gate."
"...I don't know what that means, but alright."
"Let's get started, alright? Astermann?"
"Yes, Zara...we'll arrive with our Battalion, her Black Shirt Guard will be with us during the visit...and all of you other men and women will be stationed in the JSDF base until further notice...it should not take us a week to be honest, but if worse comes to worse...we'll have something ready."
"Alright! Get on everyone! We're moving!" Itami yelled as the men and women went into their respective vehicles. Unknown to them, an additional APC had been following them with the Special Operatives of the RSS, the Silent Night, a Squadron of Veteran Elite troopers that formed an entire Regiment if merged together.
As Adler watched the Battalion leaving, he simply grinned as he had already stamped the papers to execute the Project to fully realize a world where women can be seen as equals or maybe of equal standing and not discriminating the male.
"...Maybe I should engineer some Male Witches or Wizards...bah, that'll come in later!" The only obvious downside was that the users must be magic-equipped, there might be a chance that the air is too thin for them to operate in, the armaments they carry would mostly be very limited unlike the fully geared steel birds that carry multiple pylons and weapon bays for storage.
"...It must work at least…" The engineers pledged were of the German Messerschmitt AG, Junkers, Horten surprisingly, Italian FIAT and Japanese Mitsubishi and Nakajima Companies. A liaison might be available to have an experienced engineer Witch on their side.
Heh.
"It's a win win situation huh? This is Adler." He spoke through the phone as he soon heard the sound of the phone being picked up. "Get the Me278 Krusade and the G.75 on for the transfer, a G3 Gewehr and a Leopard. I'm sure...I'm sure...have some faith in me. I haven't lost the situation just yet…"
With that, his hope of Project Brynhildr came to be.
JSDF Military Base, Alnus Hill
"Alright, only few are allowed to come in...you guys continue doing stuff, we'll be back as soon as possible!" Itami said as he, Kuribayashi, Takeo, Tomita, Astermann, Adawale, a German officer, named Jodl who prayed for the people who died during the Fire Dragon incident, Mio, Minna, Amirah, Hanna, Maho and Erika decided to go through with the Falmartians.
"This is...spacious." Mio looked at the vehicle they were using, the coach bus would be able to fit more than enough passengers in it.
"...Hmmm, the technology is somewhat advanced, but it isn't streamlined."
"Yeah..." Adawale and Astermann began to completely criticize the vehicle as the other German and Italian officer just looked completely dumbfounded, Zara, while not amused was simply not complaining, journey to the Military Academy and the Politic Academy was simply a lot more agonizing than this.
"Milady?" Her Black Shirt Guard asked as Zara quickly shook her head.
"I'm fine, just brings back a few good memories..." Zara smiled dryly. "Let's get inside..." The men and women soon followed through with a few not noticing a team of four men entering with basically guns and all, that was probably because of the Presence Nullifier or a Stealth Technology to silence them and basically have them blend in well with their environment, a passive magic casted on Silent Night Operatives to make them even more deadlier. With this, the security of the Princess will not be hijacked, nor will she be endangered, not when they too can basically hack into governmental secrets with their Mind's Eye Laptop.
For that, the Germans and Italians had come quite prepared.
Trivia:
Olga Karla von Carius = Strike Witches' equivalent of Otto Carius
Mikaela Zimmermann = Despite the naming of the surname, she is the equivalent of Michael Wittman, should be obvious like Olga's.
Rhinemetall = Strike Witches' equivalent of Rhinemetall, having changed many other names like Focke-Wulf to Flak-Wulf, Messerschmitt to Messerscharf.
Piersche = A hard name to change from Porsche to something identical...having only one syllable, unlike other names...I tried names, it didn't work well...
Silent Night Squadron = Special Operatives of the RSS, one of the Elites of many Operatives similar to the shrunken Schwarz Engel.
And that's a wrap. Would've loved to continue on to the other side part, but this seems to be quite the handful of conversation and where I ended is perfectly placed...well, not a cliffhanger, but some part of suspense and excitement...pray tell if I can actually get the chapter up with a similar wordcount as this or more in about a week or so, I can't promise anything that I can't keep, but it's next month(Obviously lol). Anyways, I already have some thoughts on the Gra Valkas Empire's conflict, only thing needed is the fucking translations, I already have introduced the characters that would play a major role, but well, maybe not as likeable as I wanted them to be, but they are essential...
They are basically inspired by a game that I am currently trying to play on PS2...only if I can actually burn it to the disc and play it...
Welp, onto the reviews!
Review:
Cap Vietnam: Sorry if it is lackluster, I've been trying to constantly redraft it with this being the only thing that comes up...and that the fact that I've been trying to focus more on the Axis and the World Pact as we knew well of what the JSDF and the Falmartians did, but probably overplayed their role...I'm trying to balance the powers, but it's quite hard...harder than I thought, so, maybe I'd be able to revise it in later dates...but thanks for reading even though the problems this fic has! And yes...Ice thrower, it throws liquid nitrogen...technically it's a Cryo Thrower if I can think about a name, but okay.
Seitora: Sorry to say, but apparently reconciliation with the Axis who had trained a tank on them, but you'd know how it would end when it goes on with the 'Extermination' route, a complete and utter mess. I won't be surprised that the JSDF and World Pact be disgusted by the actions of the Axis when they simply slaughtered the lot of them...developers did make the Energy Weapons, but well...WIP, Work In Progress, not surprising when you have basically not much time to work on them, the Laser weapon...Laserpanzer I is a thing, mate. For music...who knows? And then yes, sorry about that, too much focus on the Axis Forces.
And yes, Japan made anime, but the German officer can also speak Japanese through unknown means and also taught the Italian tank commander, Japanese is not just for Japan, but for other nations as well. And I had no idea that I blocked some people...well, wtf is wrong with me? 2017...eh, that's my early years...sorry bout that, either it'd be my brother or someone else who got in and then left...ffs...
Gate Keeper: Due to me not really taking much time into account, officially, it's around 2002...mid-2002 at least due to time skips from Summoning the Greater Axis Pact's time skip to get to the World Conference Act.
Ascended Weeb: Sorry, nothing much...only reconciliation and SHAME.
Artificer: Work In Progress, but with how the Axis is nearly focused in Militarism...and how some Joint Projects are kept in secret? Don't be surprised when they do get new tech that is far beyond our comprehension.
Papon777: I guess I do...I just have a lot going for this fic than my other, apparently THIS is my beef after the 'Steel Beast of the Past', an entirely unrealistic scenario of a stalemate of the Allies vs Axis, not much, but it's honest work as I am doing now...Flame Dragon is dead, Tuka's problem is gone, we still have Yao, but that'll come in later. Axis not having a lot of weapons would be really weird when the ZWK version has a lot of variants of their weapons.
Well for the other three future...I have some things...planned on doing so, I actually have read about the Arrun Labyrinth, but...yeah, not now, not later...I don't think I would do that part...in the near future, who knows?
Professional Degenerate: Depends...IJN? They're still at sea, ROFLstomping the Gra Valkas Empire with no ends, the IJA? We've sent in two Elite Divisions to beat the shit out of Sadera. But if the Navy is something that we want to keep an eye on...we can always send in the Deutsch Kriegsmarine to send in their Battleship and destroy the ever living crap of what is an Imperial Saderan Navy.