Author's note: This is an Alternate Reality fic, so it isn't the same as the real C6 universe that you and I know of. It's also based on Frundock's own alternate reality fic, "Conflicts." It is also my first C6 fic, so please be nice. I got the idea after reading "Conflicts," and also a few other fanfics that are unrelated to Cybersix. So, I would advise you to read Frundock's fic first, because it's just good. Other good reads I would recommend is Ptah Aegyptus' "Paradise Falling." Although it is not based on this particular topic, it still uses good enough language to be compared with bestsellers like Clancy and Higgins.
More to come, if I can rack my brains hard enough.
P.S Cybersix belongs to TMS and NOA. This fic belongs to me. The pants I'm wearing also belong to me.
The guns had long grown silent and the lifeless, gray smoke was already lifting; yet the heavy smell of death still hung over the bloodied ground. Disengaging herself from the ungainly tangle of maimed corpses, Cybersix could see victorious German soldiers, clad in their dark gray uniforms and helmets, emerge from the haze like ghosts.
The Fixed Ideas, with their curious obsession for bright shiny objects, began immediately to loot the bodies of the fallen. Her fellow Cybers, however, lingered around the battlefield, picking off survivors like a pack of bloodthirsty vultures.
Although Cybers were the obvious preference of most commanders, being more agile and presenting less of a target to an enemy than a hulking, monstrous Fixed Idea, the latter were still used as cheap cannon fodder as they were more readily available in large numbers. With the onset of genetically modified troops, the current Wermacht tactic was to hurl as many FIs and Cybers as possible at the opposing force, a far cry from the brilliantly executed blitzkriegs of only sixty years before.
She was tired; more tired than
she had ever felt during her youth or even during her training. She stared at
her bloodied hands, wondering how many men she had killed, who they were, what
they left behind. However, she was sure of one thing, that she had no quarrel
with these Americans, that she had done this because of the Füher's orders to
create lebensraum in the country of her country's biggest rival. Maybe,
she reasoned, if we had met in some other place at some other time, we could
have been friends.
Unlike the other mindless
drones that surrounded her, she did not believe the propaganda, or the
inspiring speeches of her superiors, asking her and her peers to lay down their
lives for the Fatherland. Like any other Cyber, she was the product of countless
political lessons, yet she refused to let her instructors instill any "Aryan"
spirit into her. As a result, she had been dubbed as a "hard case" and
"idealistic" by the Nazi officialdom, and shunned to various backwater posts.
These were strong heady, days. German victory during the Second World War had left it virtually invincible, from the Rhine to the Urals. Yet, however, Hitler had not been satisfied. In 1964, he ordered the invasion of South America, his excuse to the international community being that he wanted to liberate it from corrupting "communist influences." However, the Allied Forces (Britain, a newly-liberated France, Canada, Australia, what was left of the Soviet Union and the United States) had opposed the move, the United States being the biggest voice against the Third Reich. Finally, in 1999, Von Richter, who had superseded Henrich Himmler as the new leader of Nazi Germany, decided to invade America, turning it into Germany's first (and largest) overseas colony. Cybersix remembered the day vividly; it was her first day out of the Academy. Quickly fast-forwarded through the ranks, she had made Fledwebel by the time the invasion began.
Running her hand through her short hair, her abnormally acute sight caught a glimpse of sudden movement. Whirling around, she saw an American G.I, his uniform tattered, his appearance haggard.
A moment passed, in which the two of them registered each other with shock and surprise. There was no time to think, only react. The G.I began to raise his rifle into firing position, but he didn't quite make it. Cybersix lashed out with her foot, hitting the man squarely on the chest, crushing his heart between his flak jacket and his breastbone.
