A Brits, a Yankee, a French and an Hun in Gallia
Answering the reviews:
-K: I'm glad that you liked it. However, I'm not sure that the Italians will be in the Fanfiction, as they never appeared in Squire YouTube channel. If they did, just let me know. But as for the Russians, on the other hand, I can work something out. In the meantime, what other phrases do you suggest?
Varrot walked in the freed city of Vasel with a look of satisfaction. «Het lijkt erop dat je plan werkte, lui-JEZUS CHRISTUS ! (It appears that your plan worked, lieu-JESUS CHRIST!)» she exclaimed, as he saw Welkin holding Alicia, still on her rampage mode. She had an insane look on her face, and had still her rifle in hand, trying to aim at everything.
«Luitenant! Wat is er aan de hand!? (Lieutenant! What is going on!?)» she exclaimed, paling a bit after seeing Alicia state. « Hans gaf haar een medicijn om ons te helpen de stad te nemen. Sindsdien is ze zo geweest! (Hans gave her a drug to help us take the city. She has been like this since!)» he exclaimed, as he barely managed to contain her. «DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEEE! WHY HAVEN'T YOU BOWED TO YOUR GODDES YET!?» she exclaimed in delirious tone.
«Waar is jouw team ?! (Where the hell s your squad!?)» she exclaimed as she ran toward the guy to help him subdue her. «Morning!» she heard almost as an answer. She turned around to see Squire, Largo, Rosie, Hans, Edmond, Jack and Brian watching the scene as it folded.
«Commander Hans! What did you put in her!?» she exclaimed in anger. «There's no need to worry. She will lose energy and return to her normal state very soon. A necessary struggle to conquer the city.» Hans tried to calm the woman. She in turn turned to the rest.
«And don't just stand there! Help him out!» she exclaimed once more. Largo shook his head in disagreement. «Sorry ma'am, but we had received orders from lieutenant Gunther of interfering.» Largo responded. «WHAT!?» she exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
«In my opinion, example leads better than orders, ma'am!» Welkin said, as he struggled to keep Alicia secured. Varrot simply sighed loudly at the response. «Well, as commander of this platoon, I order you to help him!» she exclaimed. The group raised their hands in the air and came to the rescue.
«Ich habe dir gesagt, wir sollten trotzdem eingreifen. Ich schwöre, zuerst hat ein Soldat buchstäblich nur über einen Vorgesetzten gelacht, und jetzt brauchen wir den Befehl des Kommandanten, um unserem Freund zu helfen! Wie arbeitet das Militär hier? (I told you that we should intervene none the less. I swear, first a soldier literally just laughed at a superior, and now we need the commander's order to help out our friend! How does the military work around here?)» Hans commented as the group finally managed to hold down Alicia.
«LET ME GO! I AM THE GODDES OF THIS WORLD!» Alicia exclaimed in insane anger. Brian then walked forward. «Believe me gal, this'll hurt me more that'll hurt ya.» he said, before knocking her out with the butt of his M1 carbine. Welkin simply sighed. «You know that has to be better ways to calm the waters in our squad!» Welkin exclaimed.
Varrot then turned to see Largo. «Mister Largo. I see that you are finally taking orders from lieutenant Gunther. I didn't expect it.» she said, after having calmed down. He scratched his head in shame. «Yeah, the kid knows his way around strategy.» he said.
«Well of course it does! I mean he just recaptured a vital area from the Imperial menace! All with just six tanks, and really the greatest misfit army I had ever seen.» Squire commented. «I mean half of them are just teenagers of women! Who is working on the bloody factories!?».
Varrot raised an eyebrow. «What? You don't have women in the army?» she asked in disbelief. «I mean, the Russians did. Maybe some Germans at Berlin. But that's because they were desperate.» Bill answered. She then turned to Welkin. «As I was saying, an impressive start soldier.» she said.
«Thank you captain.» he said, smiling. In the meantime, Irene arrived. «Why hello the-» she said, before saying Brian. After…..last time, he had an hard time trusting the American. In her mind he was insane. She then turned to Welkin. «Mister Welkin! For your first battle, not bad at all!» she cheerfully exclaimed.
«Thanks. But it's not entirely on me. The squad played a major role in the offensive.» he said, scratching the back of his head. «Yes, and also adding the fact that the enemy armor is basically made of paper, it allowed us to break through quite easily.» Squire commented.
Back at Varrot high command
«Thanks to Squad 7 efforts, the Great Bridge of Vasel is back in Gallian hands. The Empire as such has retreated their forces in the centre» Varrot said. Something however bothered Hans. «They are retreating? This can't be a good sight. The Russians are always in advance when on the retreat.».
Varrot was confused. «Really? When an army retreats, it's a good sight. You don't need to be a general to figure it out.» she said with a strict tone. « Dis ça à Napoléon. (Tell that to Napoleon.)» Edmond grumpily commented. «The main army will attack the centre, while the militia will attack on the south.» she then said.
«But what about Army Group North?» Hans asked, with Varrot raising an eye in surprise from the question. Hans sighed as he realized what he just said. «Nothing, nothing, just Barbarossa flashbacks.» he commented. Varrot then pointed a small wooden area in the south.
«Our next objective is the Kloden area» she then said. Welkin widened his eyes in shock. «I was there last summer collecting soil samples. It's a dense forest area with hills and valleys.» he said. « Ah ja, wunderbar! Ein Angriff im Wald! Wenn dies nach Plan verläuft, wird der Sieg in sechs Wochen erreicht. (Ah, yes, wonderful! An attack in the forest! If this goes according to plan, victory will be achieved in six weeks.)» Hans commented.
He then turned to Edmond and Squire with a teaseful face. «Hey my friends! We will attack a forest! Sound familiar?». Edmond remained silent, looking in the air in a strong episode of PTSD. Squire sighed heavily. «Yes, no need to remind us that, please.».
«Well that's hope that ain't another bloody Bulge» Jack commented. «Ah, but the Empire doesn't have an air force this time.» Bill then said, with a hopeful tone. «Well neither do we. This might be problematic.» Squire then commented. «What's our objective, captain?» Faldio asked.
«The Empire has set a base for the invasion of Gallia. Your job is to capture it.» she said. « Warum erinnert es mich an Vogelsang? (Why does it remind me of Vogelsang?)» Hans commented. «All squads are to prepare to storm the forest. You are all dismissed.» she then said.
Meanwhile, in Legion of Doom headquar- I meant Ghirlandaio, fortress captured by Imperial forces
Three men and a woman were sitting in a large table. One man was on the phone. He had short blonde hairs and was wearing a crown. « Da? Maximilian? Eto ty? (Yes? Maximilian? Is that you?)» a voice came. « Da, eto ya. Papa, mogu ya sprosit' tebya ... pochemu ty prikazal soldatam nazyvat' nash shtab "Logovo imperii zla"? YA imeyu v vidu, chto inogda my nemnogo pridurki, no my NE TAK zlyye! (Yes, it's me. Dad, might I ask you...why did you order the soldiers to call our headquarters the "Evil Empire Lair"? I mean at times we are a bit of jerks, but we aren't THAT evil!)» he asked annoyed.
A laugh could be head. «O, eto legko, synok. Eto dlya zapugivaniya! YA znayu, chto, nezavisimo ot togo, chto sidyat spinki, Galliya budet v imperskom pravlenii. YA prosto khotel, chtoby vasha baza byla boleye pugayushchey. (Oh, that's easy, son. It's for intimidation! I know that, no matter the seatbacks, Gallia shall be in Imperial rule. I just wanted your base to be more intimidating.)» his father responded.
Maximilian sighed heavily. « Na samom dele, eto ne rabotayet. Eto delayet podderzhku moyey professii chrezvychayno nizkoy, i ya lichno nenavizhu eto. Oni dumayut, chto ya kakoy-to zlodey iz komiksov! (Actually, it's not working. It's making the support for my occupation extremely low, and I personally hate it. They think I'm some sort of comic book villain!)» he exclaimed irritated.
« V samom dele?(Really?)» he asked. «Da!(Yes!)» Maximilian exclaimed. « V takom sluchaye, kak by vy khoteli eto nazvat'? (In that case, how would you like to call it?)» the father asked. « Prosto ... shtab Maximilian. Ne prichudlivoye imya. Chto-to prostoye budet v poryadke. (Just...Maximilian headquarters. No fancy name. Something simple will be all right.)» his son said with a desperate tone.
« Otlichno. Eto dolzhno byt' sdelano. Yest' li chto-to yeshche, chto vam nuzhno? (All right. It shall be done. Is there something else you need?)» he asked. « O da, prichina, po kotoroy ya pozvonil tebe, byla ne v nazvanii forta. Mozhem li my poluchit' luchshiye tanki? Nashi nyneshniye kontroliruyut, kak avtomobil' s polovinoy shin i p'yanym dvoyurodnym bratom Ivan posle prebyvaniya v dome Svetlana. (Oh yes, the reason why I called you was not for the fort's name. Could we be supplied with better tanks? Our current ones control like a car with half a tire and drunk cousin Ivan after stay at Svetlana house.)» he said, with a serious tone.
«Izvinite, no nashi luchshiye tanki nakhodyatsya na fronte Atlanticheskoy Federatsii, i nam nuzhny vse iz nikh. Vy mogli by v eto poverit'? Nashi massovyye ataki ne rabotayut! Oni dolzhny rabotat'! (Sorry, but our better tanks are in the Atlantic Federation front, and we need all of them. Could you believe it? Our mass wave attacks don't work! They should work!)» his father exclaimed.
« Da, kto by mog eto skazat'. (Yeah, who could have told that.)» Maximilian commented in fake shock. «Chto eto bylo? (What was that?)» his father turned serious. « YA skazal, chto v etom sluchaye nash razgovor okonchen. Bylo priyatno uslyshat' tebya, no teper' u menya vstrecha. Uvidimsya. (I said that in that case our conversation is over. It was good hearing you, but now I have a meeting. See you.)» Maximilian said, before hanging up.
He then sighed heavily. «Nu, tovarishchi, eto situatsiya. My po-korolevski trakhalis'. (Well comrades, this is the situation. We are royally fucked.)» he commented honestly. One of the men sitting there, a man with short hairs and serious cold eyes got up. « Ne govori tak, vashe velichestvo! My vse yeshche mozhem pobedit'! (Don't say that, your majesty! We can still win!)».
The other man, who had short brown hairs and a small beard, agreed to the other man. « Da uzh! Konechno, my ne dolzhny ikh nedootsenivat', no govorit', chto my oblazhalis' srazu - eto slishkom mnogo, ne pravda li? (Yeah! Sure, we should not underestimate them, but saying that we are screwed right away is a bit too much, isn't it?)».
Maximilian simply shook his head. « Gregor. Jaeger. Vy ne ponimayete. [YA chital podobnyye istorii neskol'ko raz, i oni vsegda zakanchivayutsya odinakovo. Malen'kaya malen'kaya strana blagodarya pervoy krupnoy pobede pri podderzhke maloveroyatnogo komandira, glavnogo geroya, smozhet vytesnit' bol'shuyu imperiyu blagodarya sile lyubvi i vsey etoy glupoy yerunde. Togda my stanem vysokomernymi i budem pobezhdeny. Eto vsegda tak.] (Gregor. Jaeger. You don't understand. [I've read these kind of stories multiple times, and it always ends in the same way. The small little country thanks to a first major victory with the support of an unlikely commander, the main character, will manage to push out the larger empire thanks to the power of love and all that stupid bullshit. Then we will get arrogant and we will be defeated. It always go like this.])» he then said.
The woman nodded in agreement. She had long silver hairs and red eyed. « Nash prints ne oshibayetsya. Krome togo, eti tanki, podderzhivayushchiye galliytsev, bol'she, chem nashi. (Our prince is not wrong. Besides, these tanks supporting the Gallians are more than a match for ours.)».
Gregor sighed at the affirmation. « I uchityvaya, chto my ne mozhem byt' usileny luchshimi tankami ... (And considering that we cannot be reinforced with better tanks...)» he then said. Jaeger paled for a second. « YA vizhu problemu. (I see the problem.)» was all he said.
Suddenly, however, the meeting was interrupted by an officer running at full speed. « Vashe vysochestvo! U nas yest' posetiteli! Oni skazali, chto khotyat pomoch' nam! (Your highness! We have visitors! They said they want to help us!)» he exclaimed. Maximilian raised up from the chair. « KAKIYe!? GDE!? (WHAT!? WHERE!?)» he exclaimed.
Shortly after, the three men and the woman ran outside of the fortress.
Outside of the fortress, Maximilian could see the "visitors" the officer told him about. There were 50 tanks. But none that he had ever seen before. They were 5 IS-2 heavy tanks, 20 T-34 and 25 T-50 medium tanks. Suddenly, one of the commanders of one of the IS-2 tanks, probably the squad commander, came out.
« Privet, tovarishch. Vashi tanki kazhutsya ustarevshimi. Takzhe kazhetsya, chto vy voyuyete s Niderlandami. Pokhozhe, Rodina okonchatel'no sokrushit vsekh kapitalistov mira. (Hello comrade. Your tanks seems outdated. Also it seems you are at war with the Netherlands. Looks like the motherland will finally crush all the capitalists in the world.)».
« Khorosho, vo-pervykh, my na samom dele kapitalisty. Vo-vtorykh, KTO, CHERT, VY!? (Ok, first of all, we are actually capitalists. Second, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?)» Maximilian exclaimed. « Menya zovut Ivan, komandir vzvoda B vo vtorzhenii v Berlin. My zdes', chtoby pomoch' Rodine i, takim obrazom, vam zavoyevat' Niderlandy. (My name is Ivan, commander of platoon B in the invasion of Berlin. We are here to help the motherland, and as such you, to conquer the Netherlands.)» was Ivan response.
« Podozhdite, khotya my kapitalisty? Krome togo, chto, chert voz'mi, eto Niderlandy? Vy imeyete v vidu Galliyu? (Wait, even though we are capitalists? Also, what the hell is a Netherlands? You mean Gallia?)» Maximilian asked confused the man.
« Da, my imeli v vidu Galliyu. [Takzhe syuzhet nuzhdayetsya v nashey podderzhke vas.] (Yes, we meant Gallia. [Also the plot needs us supporting you.])» Ivan responded. Jaeger smirked at the situation. « Nu, u nas mozhet dazhe byt' shans seychas. (Well, we might even have a chance now.)» he commented.
«Itak, gde my dolzhny byt' razvernuty? (So, where should we be deployed?)» Ivan asked. Maximilian smiled. « Vkhodi vnutr'. YA proinformiruyu vas obo vsekh detalyakh. (Come inside. I'll brief you of all the details.)» he said in a cold tone. Victory might be achieved in the end.
Meanwhile, in Kloden forest.
Squad 7 was not having a good time inside of the forest. The paths were narrow, and disorientation was common among some soldiers. Suddenly, welkin jumped down the tank. «Jesus Welkin, ye look like a god damn native Indian guide!» Brian exclaimed. Squire was quick to notice his finding.
«That's just goat feces, really. Look, I do realize that you are more of a biologist than a general, but I'm not having a good time in this forest.» Squire commented. «Yes, this is Burma all over again.» Bill agreed. Welkin simply smirked. «Don't worry, their presence is useful for this operation.» he said.
He then pointed at a patch of grass. «That's an animal track. With some luck it can be our way out.». He then turned around. «The military base is nearby. This is where we will start our operation.» he said. The group started walking down the path. Rosie maintained her distance from Alicia in the meantime.
« Oh kom op, ik ben gekalmeerd! (Oh come on, I've calmed down!)» she exclaimed. Rosie simply glared at her. «Sorry, maar ik vertrouw je niet een beetje. (Sorry, but I don't trust you one bit.)». Alicia sighed angrily, before kicking Hans's Tiger. «This is all your fault!» she exclaimed.
As a response, the Tiger main gun started to slowly turn to her. She backed up immediately. However, soon the group heard noise behind some tall grass. «Oh Gott, es ist ein russischer Scharfschütze! (Oh god it's a Russian sniper!)» Hans exclaimed.
«Bloody hell that's an enemy tankette! TAKE COVER! THE ITALIANS HAVE SWITCHED SIDES!» Brian exclaimed. The squad and the tanks pointed their guns at the spot of grass. «All right fella, ye better get out of there before I turn ya into a god damn Jap bunker in Palau!» Brian exclaimed.
Out of the grass, a small pig with wings came out. The entire squad was fascinated on how cute it was, except the tanks. «All right, lads. Load the shells!» Squire exclaimed. Isara quickly got in the way. «WAIT! There's no need to shoot it! Why would you shoot it!?» she exclaimed.
«Ah, I see that you underestimate Russian warfare, really. Knowing the Russians, I would not be surprised that they had loaded that pork with explosives and made it ran under out tanks.» Squire then said. However, Hans was quick to call off the attack. «Hold fire everybody. That pig is not an enemy. If the Russians had decided to use it as a bomb, it would run under their tanks instead of ours.».
Squire was surprised. «Really? So no wonder that the Germans advanced so deeply into Russian territory.». Isara slowly walked toward the pig. «It's a porcavian piglet.». She then picked it up. «What's the matter sweety? Got separated from mummy?» she asked the piglet.
Welkin walked forward. «I'll look if she's nearby.» he then said. But as he advanced forward, he was surprised. He found his mother, which was scavenged by somebody. «I've found here, and it looks like we are not far away from enemy territory.» he then said.
Hans walked forward. «Indeed. Considering how little rations the Russians have, it's no wonder that they killed the local fauna as a source of food.». Isara looked at the pool little piglet. «You lost your family too, little guy?» she asked. Welkin then walked forward.
«Well, do you want to keep it?» he asked. Isara eyes widened in surprise. «Wait. Can I!?» she exclaimed happily. «Sure, why not. I mean, a mascot could come in handy.» Squire commented. «Question is, can he bloody load artillery shells?» Jack asked. «Doubt it, mate. We don't have any.» his driver responded.
After a while, they finally reached the enemy camp. The various tanks had separated in order to capture more ground. Brian somehow did not like it. «Jesus, I don't like the sight of it. A lone Sherman is a sad Sherman!» he exclaimed. «Don't worry, fella! The Ruskies can at most throw paint at us!» the driver exclaimed.
However, they did not notice a mine until it was too late. While for the most part the tank was intact, the left track was damaged, and the tank could not move. «JESUS! They got the tracks!» Brian exclaimed. Then, an horde of Imperial soldiers charged forward.
«Well fellas, looks like this is the end.» the pilot said. Brian simply grinned. «Yeah, but if this is the case, we gon to make the river go red with blood! BETTER DEAD THAN RED! YEEEEEHAW!» he exclaimed, as he started firing at the enemy horde. «COMEEEEEEEE GEEEEETTTT SOOOOOMEEEEEE!».
Suddenly, the rest of the horde was blown up by another tank. It was Squire's Churchill. «How many times must I bloody tell you! STOP BEING SO OVERDRAMATIC! There was no way you could have survived that horde!» Squire scolder Brian.
«Well jeez, what are we supposed to do now?!» he exclaimed. Isara quickly arrived. «Don't worry! I'll fix it!» she said. All went black for a second and then…..the tank was fine! «Jesus, what just happened!?» Brian exclaimed. Isara simply scratched the back of his head. «I dunno? I fixed the tank!» was all she said.
After a while, they reached a nearby camp, rising the Gallian flag. However, the group was surprised by a new type of enemy tank: the Imperial Medium Tank. «Feindliche mittlere Panzer 400 Meter! (Enemy medium tanks 400 meters!)» Max exclaimed.
«Ein T-34 (A T-34?)» Hans asked. « Nein, Kapitän. Es scheint eine etwas stärker bewaffnete Version des imperialen leichten Panzers zu sein (No, captain. It seems like a slightly more armed version of the imperial light Tank)» Max responded. « Dann ist unsere Strategie dieselbe. Feurer! (Then our strategy will be the same. Fire!)» Hans ordered.
The Tiger pierced the side armor of the tank, destroying it. Suddenly, however, the tank came to an halt. « Halt! Oh, verdammt noch mal! (Halt! Oh, god damn it!)» Hans exclaimed. Welkin turned confused. «Hans! Something the matter?» he asked. Hans then pointed at a large log blocking the road.
«We cannot go over that log. While I trust your sister engineering, I don't trust our transmission system.». Welkin noticed the log, but did not seem like he was in difficulty. «I think that the Edelweiss can handle it.» he said with a smile. His tank drove forward, breaking the log in two as he proceeded.
«Path is secured! Proceed!» Welkin exclaimed. After a short while, the squad was getting near the enemy camp.
Jaeger had just arrived at the camp. « YA priyekhal syuda, kak tol'ko smog, no ... Vidimo, ne skoro. (I got here as soon as I could but...Apparently not soon enough.)» he commented, as he saw Gallian forces advancing. He drove on his tank forward. He then smirked.
«Hello Gallian forces. My name is-»
«Morning!» Squire interrupted the man. His tank and several of his men were surrounded by Gallian forces and their tanks. It was a truly terrifying scenario. Jaeger emitted a small high pitched noise as he saw what he was dealing with.
«Hey fella! Judging by yer face, I guess yer surrendering, right?» Brian exclaimed cockily. «Aheam…» was all Jaeger said. «Good job. The enemy camp has been secured. Now it's time to do part two of the plan.» Hans said to the troops. Edy looked at him confused. «What's…..part two?».
«Now that we have captured the enemy soldiers, we will turn this camp into a concentration camp. They will help us to repel the Imperial advance as a working force.» Hans responded. Welkin widened his eyes in shock. «What!? We can't do that! They are human being like us!» he exclaimed.
«And of course it's the German who has the anti-humanitarian ideals.» Bill commented. «Sorry Welkin, but I'm afraid that Jerry over here is right. You see, when the Gallian government decided to send all of its people to fight the Red menace, the factories suddenly lacked the manpower. It's a miracle if our supply situation hasn't completely collapsed from the lack of workers in the factories, and now we need as much workers as possible to support the war effort.» Squire then said.
Jaeger however was not going to let that happen. «Sorry to disappoint you, but we are not going to surrender that easily!» he exclaimed. «And what? Used your outdated tank? I swear, that tank looks like it came out in the 20's. I mean how old is it?! Probably still works on horses!» Squire exclaimed.
Jaeger then smirked. «You might have a point, but we are not alone in this struggle!» Jaeger exclaimed. «Yeah, I guess that you can count on your bloody infantry horde attacks, which by the way have never worked so fa-JESUS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?» Squire suddenly exclaimed, as he saw a large tank.
It was one of the IS-2 tanks. «Oh god! It's an IS-2! Papa Stalin has brought gifts to the Imperials! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!» Hans exclaimed in panic. «Huh. That's quite surprising.» Bill commented. «Yes, especially considering how actually few of them were made compared to the T-34. Anyway, I doubt it's actually as deadly as the original. And there's six of us supported by infantry. So it will be a walk in the park.» Squire commented.
The IS-2 however opened fire, hitting Welkin's Edelweiss. «Aheam…..Guys? It's ok to panic? Because….the shell penetrated the frontal armor of the tank. And almost got me. And the vital areas of the tank.» Welkin said, pale. Squire was getting afraid too.
«And….just how thick is that frontal armor is?» he asked. «Around 110 mm.» Welkin responded. Squire remained silent for a while. «Well, bullocks.».
«Guys, it's thunderclap time!» Hans exclaimed. «What does that even mea-» Rosie asked before being interrupted. «RETREAT! RETREAT!» Edmond exclaimed. «Oh. That…..WAIT FOR US!» she exclaimed. A confused retreat followed, looking like a comical chase, with the Imperials chasing the Gallian forces.
At times, the two enemies shot at each other's. « YA ne mogu poverit', chto eto na samom dele rabotayet! DA! VYDVIZHI IKH! OT SEBYA! IKH! IZ! (I can't believe this is actually working! YES! PUSH THEM OUT! PUSH! THEM! OUT!)» Jaeger exclaimed happily.
However, as they were chasing the enemies, they failed to notice something in the forest. Suddenly, the IS-2 tank was hit in the ragnite engine that was put alongside him, exploding. Jaeger turned to see what was going on and saw the destroyed tank. «Oh…Blyat.» he then said.
Then, several other Imperial soldiers were killed. «Hell yeah! They are being taken out!» Brian exclaimed happily. However Largo noticed something was off. «But….who's shooting them?» he asked confused. « Oh Gott ... der niederländische Widerstand! (Oh god... the Dutch resistance!)» Hans exclaimed in panic.
« Sie scheinen nur auf die Imperialen zu schießen, Captain! (They appear to just shoot at the Imperials, captain!)» Max reassured the man. Hans sighed in relief. « Oh Gott sei Dank, es ist der niederländische Widerstand! (Oh thank god, it's the Dutch resistance!)».
«Otstupleniye! Otstupleniye! (Retreat! Retreat!)» Jaeger exclaimed, with the remaining soldiers escaping. Squire then turned to the direction where the bullets came from. «Well I must say, your timing was impeccable, whoever you are.» he thanked the men, who came out.
They had similar uniforms of the Gallians, but were dark in coloration. «Well I guess that the SS were born in Gallia in this world.» Squire then commented. «Maybe they are the 23rd SS Volunteer Panzer Grenadier Division Nederland?» Hans asked, trying to answer Squire.
A man then walked forward, alongside a woman. The man had relatively long brown hair with light brown eyes. The woman had red eyes and long and two-toned flowing red hair fringed with silver near her hair tips. Her hair was tied with a black ribbon.
The man was the first to speak. «I have no idea what the SS are, but we are Squad 422, but you can call us the Nameless.» he said with a serious tone. «Squad 422 huh? Any chance your grandpas were Japs?» Brian asked. «Hardly. Look at their eyes.» Squire then commented.
Welkin then walked forward. «Thanks for saving us before. My name is Welkin Gunther. Those two are Squire and Brian. The other tanks belong to Hans, Edmond and Jack.» he said, as he shook the man hand. «My name is number 0.7. She's number 13» he responded.
The whole group looked confused. «Wait what?» Squire asked confused. «It is under our command to be referred as numbers. That's why we are called the Nameless.» the woman commented. A loud sigh could be heard. «Kurt, Riela, stop this crap. Nobody can take you seriously with NUMBERS as your names!».
A man, in a white chef dress came. However, he was wearing armored black gloves, armored pants and an helmet that did not show his face. The helmet had several spikes on the side. 0.7, or Kurt as we shall call him, looked at him angrily. «Number 682! How many times do I have to tell you to address us with numbers!» he exclaimed.
Squire walked forward. «Why hello there mister Number 682-» but he was interrupted by him. «Just call me Scatsbury, full name Sir Reginald Sedgewick Scatsbury.» he then said, before suddenly turning around. «Something the matter?» he asked Scatsbury.
«Kharjo! Where the hell are you!? Present yourself to the natives!» he exclaimed. Then, an humanoid cat with a dark armor and a black hood appeared. «Yes, my friend?» he asked. Scatsbury then turned around. «Guys, this is Kharjo. Kharjo, please don't kill them like the serial killer you are.» Scatsbury then said.
«JESUS! WHAT IS THAT GOD DAMN THING!? What kind of experiments the Imperials made on that poor fella!?» Brian exclaimed. «None! He's a Khajiit, or cat warrior as I like to call them. Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't try to kill you.» Scatsbury assured the American.
«For the last time! They got in the way!» Kharjo exclaimed. Scatsbury pinched his nose as an answer. «The Imperials were miles away!» he exclaimed. Kurt sighed at the sight. «This idiot joined us not long ago alongside his cat. Apparently the "Great Drunken Cow" has sent him to pay for his sins in a land called "Skyrim", but so far he's the greatest pain in the ass.» he said.
«Why? He doesn't seem that bad!» Isara exclaimed. Scatsbury then walked toward the Imperial corpses. «Oh, I almost forgot. If you pardon me.». Then, to the shock of everybody, he started to teabag one of the corpses. «HOLY JESUS, WHAT THE FUCK!?» Welkin exclaimed.
«Ah, all done.» Scatsbury then said. However, he also noticed an Imperial soldier charging at him. «URRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH MOTHERFUCKERS!» he exclaimed. «Oh boy, here we go again.» Scatsbury sighed. He then shouted a word, "Fus Ro Dah", with a large wave of force hitting the poor Imperial soldier.
The soldier, now dead, found his foot stuck in a branch, in a term that today we call, clipping. «Oh god!» Scatsbury exclaimed, before starting to laugh. «It's like…..cirque du soleil! Only it like…..CORPSE du soleil» he then commented. The whole group just starred at the scene.
And for five good minutes, Squad 7 and Squad 422. Exe had stopped working.
So, did I subvert your expectation with the introduction of Scatsbury?
Look, if Heinkelboy05 can create a fanfiction where Samus, Laura Croft, Saber and various other characters team up with Squad 7 to defeat a Nazi empire leaded by the fucking Britannia family from Code Geass, with the Nazis being in power in the middle ages (WHAT!?), I can put Scatsbury in the fucking fanfiction.
In the meantime, here's Scats's channel:
channel/UCTsB_nOL2grfdZKfAtuBuyg
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review so I can learn your opinion. I'm willing to accept suggestions, so stay tuned. Also remember to like and follow. See you on the next chapter.
