Hello Everybody! If your reading this, hopefully your caught of on Dragon of the COG because this will be a direct spin off with Erza, Mira, Levy, and Kagura. Also, I am not a professional historian, so if I get things wrong with this first universe…eh. Also, if some of you go spouting hate at me for this one universe…read your history! WW1 Germany was a Federal Monarchy and not full of the evil during WW2! So yeah, it will be different. And yeah, women back then could barely vote but since its you know…those four, I figure the German's will put aside those ideals for victory. But I'll do a few chapters of this, then the girls will be "shifting' to a new reality afterwards by random chance! I definitely want to hit Walking Dead, Halo, and My Hero for sure!
Anyway, if you haven't read my stories, check them out and leave a review! My resident evil story with Wendy could use some readers and reviews lol. But still…enjoy!
Chapter One: Landing
All Mira could see was a swirl of blue's and purples around her as spent lightning crackled. The colors were shifting and flowing…much like a tunnel of exotic particles. And it was endless before her. Looking down at her hands as she continued to…fly through the fabric between realities, she saw them slightly aglow with a bluish hue. Trying to halt her motion…in this medium of the universe, Mira found herself completely powerless as her body continued to fly forward at unknown speeds.
"What happened? We were following Natsu…then this? But…it doesn't make sense? Every time we travel between realities it's almost instantaneous. And why are my hands glowing?" It was at that point she remembered her three friends as her eyes frantically started to search her surroundings.
The colors shifted, the purples of tachyons and other molecules of light shifting toward the green spectrum as her eyes landed on Erza, Levy and Kagura floating nearby. They were glowing as well, their female bodies covered with the azure illumination as they moved along this exotic tunnel.
"ERZA!" she shouted, but her voice didn't seem to carry as the crackling power of this place shuddered and grew. The redhead noticed her and said something, but Mira couldn't understand at all as the voice was lost to the nothingness.
A white light coalesced before them in the distance, rushing closer and closer with breakneck speeds as blue lightning flashed all around them. Mira tried to turn her body to avoid it along with the others, but it was hopeless as all four females hit the wall of light in a flash.
The night air was cold for private Nicholai Romov as he huddled in the trench line west of Rodom as a freezing wind blew from the north. The city was small, but the Russian 4th army had taken it as their northern forces pushed toward Warsaw. The German's had fallen back to reorganize, but he knew they had dug in just a hundred yards away. If it hadn't been for the shitty weather turning the roads to muck, their regiment probably could have taken Oppazna. But…the German's had held firm. The bloody exchange had resulted in death and maiming on both sides…which was nothing new as the armies settled in to gather their collective breaths.
Rubbing his hands together to warm them, Nicholai looked at the dozens of men he served with manning the trench line as the Mosin rifle rested against his back. The strap was well worn, almost a second friend as the familiar weight never left. Continuing to look at his compatriots, he studied some of them talking about the latest developments. From what he could tell, they were in good spirits after news reached them of a victory against the Austrian-Hungary army to the south.
A crack like thunder reverberated through the air as the sky lit up, spurning the men to alarm as they grabbed their weapons. Rushing to the parapet, a bearded soldier next to him stood on the stoop as an officer barked further down the trench line.
"Man your weapons! Don't let the German's steal your victory!" the officer yelled out as several soldiers started to fire, their hot lead filling the darkened area as many believed it was better to be safe than sorry.
Resting his own rifle on the freezing ground that pointed to no man's land, Nicholai searched for any movement as he subscribed to the same ideals. If the German's wanted to stage a night raid, then they would pay for it…especially after such a botched start. Spotting a hint of movement in a crater to his forefront, the private pulled the trigger as his rifle bucked against his shoulder along with dozens of others.
Levy landed hard in the shallow crater as mud and dirty water splashed against her armor. Face smeared with grime, she gripped her machine gun as the other three women groaned and groused.
"What…what the hell happened?" Erza asked as the bitter air and desolate wind blew down into the shallow pit. Wrinkling her nose, the red head turned her gaze to her left as a corpse lay near the upper edge, his legs blown away as the smell hit them all.
"I have no idea" Kagura suggested as yells of alarm in the distance reached them all.
"Weren't we…heading toward Sera? Where's Natsu and the others?" Mira asked with a trepidation of worry as she glanced at Levy. The shorter woman gripped her weapon, the gleaming metal of the bayonet like a sliver of light under the starry night as her body was already covered in filth.
"It's obvious som—"
The crackling of gunfire and hissing of spent munitions flying over their heads made the four women pause. A few of the random bullets hit the dirt at the lip of the crater, spilling more downward as the intensity of the incoming gunfire increased. Staying low, Kagura knew that they couldn't stay here as she crawled up toward the edge. Her gear armor was slick with mud and dirt as she cradled the lancer in her hands before peeking over the edge.
A hastily strung line of barb wire was about thirty feet away, protecting the direct approaches to a trench line as men in dirty uniforms fired…blindly. She couldn't understand the language, but she didn't need to as a bullet kicked up a puff of dirt near her head. Sliding back down as fear increased her haste, she gave a quick gulp.
"Trench line about thirty feet away. Those men are trying to kill us"
"That won't be a problem. I'll just transform and hit them from the air…and…shit. My magic isn't working" Mira finished with annoyance as her transformation and spells didn't activate at all.
Trying for themselves, each woman found the same result as rifle fire continued to fly above their heads. Some was coming from the opposite direction now too, but that was of little concern to the four.
"You know…it looks like we're stuck between two forces" Erza explained lightly as she gripped her rifle. The scorcher was still hugging the magnetized plate, ready to be unleashed as a longshot hugged Kagura's own armor. Mira had a Gnasher shotgun for close work as Levy just had her one weapon along with half a dozen grenades with spare ammunition boxes.
"No shit, Erza. But which one do we attack?" Mira said with a scowl as another bullet snapped above their heads. Thank whatever god there was the crater was deep enough for all of them.
"I say the assholes directly trying to kill us. Plus…who knows what they'll do to us if we're captured" Levy suggested as the evil thought plagued each woman's mind. It was a horrifying prospect to be raped by unknown men in some distant universe…and something that they would not allow to pass.
"Broad front. Don't lose sight of each other and keep pushing forward until they break or flee" Erza commanded with deadly intentions as she started to rise. Seeing the other women do the same, they all crouched low as they waited for a lull in the firing.
They didn't have to wait long.
Rising from their small sanctuary in the middle of the half frozen field, the four women broke into a sprint as their heavy boots squelched and tried to suction the churned earth. Running low, they hunched up as rifle fire illuminated the night. They moved as quickly as they could, but with dozens of defenders to their front, it was only a matter of seconds as some noticed the charging females.
"Tam! Ubey Ikh!" a voice rang out from the fortification as the crackling of rifles grew louder. Mira grunted, the bullet slamming into her frontal armor as her steps staggered. She lost her breath, but Kagura pushed her on as the trench line rapidly approached.
Erza was the first one in, her scarlet hair disappearing from the other's vision as she landed near two soldiers. A quick burst from her lancer riddled the closest man with bullets, his body slumping to the muddy ground as another man tried to bring his rifle to bear. The bullet discharged, missing Erza by inches as she reacted on instinct. Firing once, her shot tore through the man's throat in a spray of crimson as he fell along the wall, choking on his own lifeblood.
"Spread out and kill them!" the knight shouted out as her three friends jumped down into the trench.
"Women!? Why are they at the front!?" Nicholai shouted out as the one with flowing red hair killed another man nearby with a quick burst from her weapon. The one next to her had black hair running down her back and both could be considered extremely beautiful…if they weren't killing the men in the trench.
One of his comrades screamed, the black haired woman firing two bullets into the other man's stomach as the force bucked his body and flung him against the trench wall. Shaking his head, Nicholai worked the bolt of his Mosin rifle as the woman charged toward him. It didn't matter if these were females…they were killing his fellow soldiers and needed to be put down. And to be honest…it would be a mercy to kill them instead of capturing. He knew what would happen to them if his brothers in arms caught them.
Squeezing the trigger as a few men were moving up behind him with yells and shouts over the snap of gunfire, Nicholai gave a solemn grin as his aim was true. He hit the dark haired woman in the chest as the stench of cordite and sulfur hit his nose. She staggered backward, taking a few awkward steps as the red head yelled something in a different language.
Coughing in a ragged fit, Kagura took a deep breath of hungry gulps of cold air. That rifle round had flattened against her armor and knocked the breath out of her, but the hardened plates were rated to stand up to machine gun fire. A single rifle round shouldn't be a concern unless two or three more hits occurred at the same spot. Bruising would happen later along her right side, but that concern was rapidly replaced with fury and rage.
"You…SHOT ME!" The mage yelled in wholesome anger as she revved up the chainsaw of her lancer. Running toward the man as he frantically worked the bolt with fear crossing his eyes, she hefted it up before bringing down the spinning teeth at his shoulder.
The soldier screamed out with unholy pain coursing through his body as blood spewed from arteries and his chest cavity was sundered open by the steel teeth. Gore sprayed across Kagura's armor, sliding across the symbol of Fiore as flecks of warm crimson hit her features. Some of it splattered against the dirt walls of the trench, coating it in a sheen as the destroyed corpse of Nicholai Romov fell like a useless carcass.
The three soldiers before her froze, their weapons shaking in their hands as not only this woman survived a point blank shot from a rifle with no damage…she tore one of their own apart.
"KAGURA! DOWN!" Erza commanded as she brought her flame-thrower to bear. Her fellow mage hit the ground, barely missing the deceased man as the scarlet knight unleashed a torrent of searing flames. It washed over the three men, their screams howling through the trench system as their skin lit aflame. Their bodies and flesh became like matchsticks, the horrid smell of burnt pork hitting the women as the men flailed and ran like the wretches of hell.
"Forward!" Erza commanded as she helped Kagura to her feet. Pushing forward as their boots became slick with mud, the combat veteran let loose another stream of jellified gas as it consumed another two men that happened to be too close.
Their screams haunted the other soldiers as some knelt on the dirt with weapons raised. Opening fire at the duo, they were fearful as both females took sanctuary behind some crates holding rations. Some of the bullets struck the burning men, ending their agony as one fell a mere three feet away from a Russian corporal.
"Mater' Bozh'ya…" the man gulped as one of his fellow soldiers burned. The smell was atrocious…but his eyes were soon returned with hatred…he would make these German women pay…
"Kagura! Grenade!" Scarlet shouted out as the half dozen soldiers before them started a staggering fire at their temporary haven of crates. Bits of wood flew in the night air, splintering outward as the men before them kept up a murderous fusillade. They're yells of fury rose above the shattering noise of gunfire as Mira and Levy attacked a different portion of the trench line further away.
Gripping the handheld explosive, Kagura pulled the pin before throwing it over the crates. It sailed through the air in a lazy arc before landing among the knot of men. One of them reached for it, hoping to return the throw…but he was too slow.
The explosion among them sent shrapnel hissing through the air, the burning metal riddling the bodies of the men in an instant. One lost his left arm, the concussive force simply blowing it away as another soldier had his stomach ripped open. The screams mixed in with the moans of pain from the wounded as none of them could muster the strength to resist.
Moving forward, the duo of females quickly dispatched the wounded with efficiency as their rifles barked with new gunshots in the trench. The screams ceased as the females moved onward, reaching a communication trench that seemed to have been hastily dug. It led off to the east as the sounds of yelling men and heavy boots were rapidly approaching their position.
Running across the gap to the other side, snapping bullets flew past her moving form as they harmlessly struck the dirt wall nearby.
"Erza! You know we can't take on a whole army by ourselves, right!?" Kagura yelled as she leaned out of cover. Three men were kneeling across the narrower trench, their rifles aimed downrange as more were running up to support the counter-attack. Ducking back, they ruptured in gunfire. The muzzle flashes and noise echoed along the trench. Exposing herself once more, the black haired beauty squeezed off a quick burst. The three rifle rounds tore through the unarmored chest of the closest man, killing him instantly as he fell backward.
"GRENADE!" Erza screamed out as she cocked her arm and threw one of the explosives. It blew in moments, the spent metal hissing and making flesh yield under its force as more men screamed in fear and pain. Moving back out into the open, the knight fired off numerous rounds in a rapid burst as three more men were killed under her accuracy.
Moans of agony reached their ears as men cried, grasping to stop the bleeding of the shrapnel. A horrifying shriek echoed through the air from a close distance, making four of the soldiers pause in fear as it seemed to be unending. They were standing at the scene of slaughter, their lives soon to be forfeit as Erza rapidly reloaded. She fired again at an older soldier, the single bullet ripping the throat out as it passed down the earthen channel.
It etched into their bones before one younger man dropped his rifle and simply ran, his nerve broken as his comrades were quickly slaughtered by Erza and Kagura…
The soldier lunged at Mira with a crazed look in his eyes as the bayonet hissed through the air. And while most of it missed her, the sharpened tip did split two inches of skin above her right eye. Hissing in pain as crimson liquid started to flow down her face and past her blue iris, Mira pulled the nine millimeter pistol from her hip holster.
The enemy soldier had rushed Mira while she was reloading her lancer, his eyes a look of despicable lust as the irises wandered her body. He didn't get another chance even as he shifted the knife for a downward strike in his right hand. Mira was too close to miss and pressed the muzzle of the pistol to the man's throat in a flurry of movement.
The gun bucked in her hands as the projectile tore through the man's neck. Warm blood splashed against her lips and cheeks, mixing in with her own life blood as she ran forward toward another pile of crates on her left with her hands reloading the lancer on the fly. Bullets hissed past her, some nicking off her gear armor as it sparked from the impacts. Body hitting the crates, she took a deep breath as the cold air tried to cool the throbbing of her fresh head wound.
Levy was busy with her own battle, her machine gun set up on a crate in the middle of the trench line as more men ran down the passage. A long stream of outgoing fire erupted from the muzzle, the light dancing among the shadowed walls as the first four men were almost cut in half by the stream of bullets. Blood flew and spattered the ground as more of the men tried to take cover where they could in a frenzy to escape the slaughter.
A captain pointed his rifle while taking a knee, the wool cap on his head dirty and worn from heavy use. A round flew from his gun, spitting up dirt near Levy as he shouted something to the other men behind him as bullets continued to sing and whisper through the air.
"Iznasilovat' ikh! Oni slabyye zhenschiny!" the dirty solider screamed in fury as he worked the bolt behind his cover of crates.
"What did he say!?" Mira yelled out as she popped out of cover and fired off a short burst at a man down the trench behind a barrel of…something. The rounds tore through his face, turning the jaw into a horror of ruin while gurgled screams erupted from his dying throat. Ducking back into cover as Levy sent a long burst of tracers down the trench, the shorter girl grunted as the stream of lead ruined the torsos of two more men that exposed themselves for too long.
"He's telling his men to rape us for being weak women!" Levy shouted out as the crackling gunfire continued over her short bursts of machine gun fire.
Mira's eyes darkened. She had almost been raped once…and these men were planning on doing that to her and her friends.
"That's not going to happen…" She hissed out before unclipping a fragmentation grenade from her hip belt. Leaning her head out of cover, Mira tossed the grenade down the trench toward the enemy.
It landed with a soft 'thud' next to a bearded man on the opposite side of the trench wall from the…leader. His eyes widened in fear at the small object near his feet…and that was the end of his life. Shrapnel flew, biting into the flesh of the captain as it shredded his exposed flank. Other men screamed, one of them clutching his eyes as the bits of metal gouged them out in an instant. Three more were horribly wounded as their screams of pain echoed down the trench line.
Moving from cover as Levy covered her advance, Mira shot the blinded man in the face without any mercy before turning to the downed captain at her feet. A few stray bullets flew past her from the three unwounded men thirty feet away, but their fire discipline was poor. Levy returned fire, making them duck back into cover as her little burst kept them at bay.
"You think your men can take us" the white haired female hissed as she revved up her chainsaw before the fallen captain as he groaned from his grievous wounds. He was on his back, his eyes wide as realization crossed his features. Plunging the sharpened teeth into his stomach as the chainsaw spun, a horrible scream erupted from his throat as his internal organs were turned to a fine puree of gore. Viscera splashed against Mira's leg guards, coating it in a nightmarish red as she turned to the next wounded man.
He was on his knees in the mud, the severed stump of his right hand cradled by his left as the female approached. Cries were emanating from his throat as his rifle lay nearby.
"Pozhaluysta Ne Nado!" the wounded man yelled out in panic as he tried to raise his arm to stop the enraged woman.
"Die!" Mira yelled in fury as her blood boiled. The chainsaw bit into the soldier's shoulder, tearing away sinew and muscle while bone chips hissed through the air. Fresh specks of gore hit Mira's face as the man screamed like the damned souls of hell.
"AAAUUUUGGHHH!
Vasily Movorov was trying to reload in a frantic manner as the demon executed another of his comrades without a shred of mercy. Ducked behind a stack of crates in the long trench line, he glanced over to Alek Andrinov, his platoon's Sergeant and the only other survivor of their section, Private Donat. Their eyes were like his…full of fear. Another staccato of rapid gunfire screamed past their positions as the sounds of German rifles and machine guns picked up to the west. No way in hell would men further down the line hear of their own battle with…these monsters.
"WHAT DO WE DO!?" Donat yelled as the enraged woman with white hair killed the last of the wounded with…that horrible rifle that made men suffer. Leaning out of cover, he raised the rifle and aimed at the blood covered woman. His hands were shaking as the shorter one shifted her aim toward him and let off another stream of deadly rounds.
Private Donat didn't have a chance as six heavy slugs bore through his chest and out the back, coating the dirt with his insides. Then the silver haired banshee charged with the blade of her unfathomable gun spinning like the devil's toy.
Vasily dropped the small, five round clip of bullets to his rifle, his fear so prevalent as he watched Alex fire point-blank at the charging demon. The rifle round hit her in the chest…right below the heart. She staggered for a moment after the bullet spent its kinetic force, but it didn't pierce the armor.
"SHOOT HER, VASILY!" Alek screamed in fear as he tried to work the bolt of his rifle in time.
"RAAAGHHHH!' She screamed like a feral beast, her movements reaching Alek in moments as the blades dug into his left shoulder. Gore and blood sprayed against her features as his friend screamed his last breath…with some of the ichor hitting Vasily himself.
He broke. These two women had slaughtered the men of his section with ease, cutting through them like pigs as the bodies of dozens of men littered the trenches behind them. He had watched brave men die under their horrible weapons like wheat…and then he screamed as the woman turned to face him. She was the devil.
The ladder nearby was his only salvation as it led over the top of the earthen wall. Climbing up like a feral monkey, he broke into a mad run as he tossed the rifle to the side to lighten his load. No man's land was deadly as tracers lit back and forth to his left and right in the distance…but it was safer than facing that demon.
Rolling into a shallow crater, Vasily's eyes streamed with unfathomable fear as he sprung back up and continued to run toward the German lines…
Captain Dieter Huber stood with his men at the line as the light change of war weaved back and forth around them. A man of just twenty three years with black hair and a narrow face, he had rapidly risen from 2nd lieutenant as losses mounted in battle. The ripping of machine guns in the distance and crackling rifle fire was familiar to them all as the Russians had slowly pushed them back this fall. Clenching his rifle as he aimed over the lip of the cold earth, his blood had ran cold.
While the companies to their left and right flanks were firing with a low ferocity…he and his men had only heard the garbled screams and gunshots at the start following a white light that had kicked off the whole thing. At first, he thought it was a flare, but nobody had fired one as the resounding howls were lost under the cacophony of battle.
"Sir…what's going on over there? The…the screams" Corporal Mueller uttered nearby as he spotted movement in the place no man could tread. Shifting his rifle, he saw one lone man running in the shifting darkness. He was less than fifty yards away….and alone. Starting to press down on the trigger, he paused as the cries reached his ears.
"Ne Strelyay! Ne Strelyay!"
"Sir?" Mueller asked with uncertainty. He knew a little bit of Russian and could hear the pleas of 'don't shoot' over and over again as the lone soldier ran toward their lines.
"Hold your fire!" Captain Dieter ordered as the lone man reached their lines and tumbled in. Hitting the wall, he curled up as tears streamed down his blood covered face. Several of the men aimed their weapons at him, but even they could tell something was wrong.
"Demony! Demony!" he screamed out while clutching his head and burying it against his knees.
Stepping forward, Corporal Mueller sank down to the enemy's eye level.
"What happened over there?" he asked in broken Russian, his words laced with a heavy accent as the terrified man looked at him with fearful eyes.
"D'yavoly...D'YAVOLY!" he screamed as he clutched his ears and buried his face into the dirty knees of his trousers.
"Devils…he said devils…" Mueller translated before pointing toward two private's. "Take him to the aid tent…poor soul" the sandy haired man finished as the soldiers slowly helped the broken man to his feet to lead him to safety. The man may be an enemy…but seeing the mind break like that…it was not something to be taken lightly.
"Sir?" the corporal asked in an unsure tone as Captain Huber turned his head eastward.
"Third platoon with me…something terrified that man so much he was willing to cross no-man's land without a weapon…and it's over there" he finished as dread filled his stomach. Climbing up the ladder and over the top a minute later, twenty three men joined him as they spread out and stayed low and quiet. Rushing forward across the cratered earth as their breath left hidden mist behind them, the soldiers knew how to maintain silence. But…no answering gunfire reached them in their little corner of the war as tracers lit up the night air barely a hundred yards to the north and south.
Reaching the Russian trench line, Captain Huber jumped down with his men into a slaughterhouse of bodies. They were scattered everywhere in all manners of death as frozen faces in their last moments stared off into infinity.
"Spread out and stay quiet. We don't know what's going on here" Huber commanded as he shifted his feet past a dead Russian leaning against the trench wall. The corpse had been shot, the owner's rifle resting against the earthen floor as the Captain and half his men inched forward. More bodies were around them, but they were used to gunshot wounds and shrapnel as they tried to reign in their fear of the unknown.
"My God…" one of the soldiers whispered as their eyes settled on a nearby Russian soldier. His intestines and chest cavity had been ripped open from the shoulder, spilling steaming offal around him. Crouching down, the private tried to examine the wounds before looking back at the captain.
"Sir…he was ripped apart. No artillery did this. It's like he was cleaved vertically down his body with a wood saw" Looking further down the trench, more corpses could be seen in the diminishing night as the rumble of war continued around them.
Nodding at the information, Captain Huber knew something wasn't right. Pointing to another solider as a few stood nearby, he barked out a new order. "Get back to our lines and inform Major Sauer of the situation. Bring reinforcements. Somebody punched a hole in the Russian position's and we can't waste the opportunity. We might be able to retake Rodom if we can pull this off. The rest of you follow me" The officer ordered as the messenger ran off to complete his task.
Gripping his rifle with a light tremble, Huber calmed himself for the benefit of his men. A nearby scream rang out through the night air to the East as a strange buzzing echoed along with more shouting. Quickening his pace, the leader reached the corner of a communication's trench as the wafting stench of meat filled the air. Swinging around the corner with his rifle raised, there was only more corpses…and some of them had been burned to a nightmarish crisp of charred flesh. More bodies lay past them…some ripped apart like before as another staccato of gunfire reached their ears.
It was close. Very close.
"Hurry!" Huber commanded as some of his men were spurned forward by his command. Running down the trench line, their breath was expelled like mist as more screams and a small explosion brewed up ahead.
It was a T-intersection and a few rounds flew past them from the left, colliding harmlessly with the dirt as the first men crouched low at the corner. They were afraid…anybody would be of the unknown in this situation. A short burst of gunfire replied from the left side of the trench followed by yells and screams.
"Now!" Huber ordered as he moved around the corner with his rifle raised with several of his men spreading out. Some turned right, moving down the opposite side of the fortification…and he prayed they would see today through. But…that prayer was quickly forgotten of the sight nearly twenty feet down the path.
It…it didn't make sense to him or his men.
Crouching behind a stack of crates and wooden barrels were two women dressed in the strangest attire he had ever seen. Not dresses or standard clothes women would wear…but armor. It was gray and plate like. Not only covering the majority of their female torsos, but their shoulders, forearms, thighs, and lower legs. Heavy boots adorned their feet…and they were covered with blood and mud.
The female on the right had flowing red hair…much like the legends of a Valkyrie as she yelled something to her black haired compatriot in what sounded like…English. The other woman nodded as she stayed down, using the cover effectively as she reloaded a rifle that looked…terrifying to face.
Instead of the pointed bayonet that all the warring armies of Europe used, these two armored females had weapons that was brandished a chainsaw. And judging by the sprays of blood and gore spattered against their armor and exposed faces…they had used them recently. And the Russian's beyond them…they looked enraged as they took up positions and cover wherever they could. A smattering of gunfire exploded from the enemy's rifles, spitting up shards of wood at the impromptu barricade.
The Scarlet haired woman cursed…and even he could recognize the word 'FUCK!' as she returned fire with a six round burst. A Russian screamed, the lead tumbling through his body as it tore and ruined his flesh. Another took his place while the wounded simply screamed at the pain he was experiencing.
"Those weapons…that armor. If Germany had that…our soldiers could sweep away our enemies!"
The snap of a Russian round splitting the air near his right ear interrupted his musings. Spurned into action, Huber crouched low as he pointed at the barricade.
"Man that barricade! I don't care who they are, but if they're fighting the Russians then that means they could be our allies!" Huber shouted out as five of his men ran forward with him to the low boxes. One pitched backward, a heavy round shattering his shoulder as a gasped scream escaped his lips.
Huber didn't have to time to help the wounded as he took cover near the black haired woman. A bullet screeched past her head, making the female flinch before she fired another burst downrange at the Russian troops.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" The captain yelled out as he fired, working the bolt of his rifle with grim efficiency. She said something, but for the life of him, he couldn't understand her words as three enemy men tried to run forward under covering fire. He registered the red head saying something, but it was lost in the noise as she exchanged her rifle for the one just…hanging on her back with no straps or support.
A stream of searing flame erupted from the nozzle, spraying the forward trench with liquified fuel as the three charging men were consumed in a fireball. Their skin popped and burnt as screams echoed through the diminishing night air as the first specks of dawn hit the sky. Only a half dozen men were left before them, their shouts mixing in with crackling bullets as the stench of fresh death rose.
"KAGURA! WITH ME!" Erza screamed out as their new allies continued to fire at the enemy position. The noise was deafening to the female as she jumped over the barricade, the scorcher gripped tight in her hands as her boots landed on the hardened dirt.
"GOT IT!" the other woman shouted out as she ran past Erza toward the closest Russian. The man stabbed at her with a pointed bayonet, his eyes filled with the desire to kill her as she dodged. Shooting him in the face, half the head blew away in an instant as she stomped past him and shoulder charged a second man.
She didn't have time to reload as the male fell, but his death was still sealed as she spun up her chainsaw. Plunging it downward, she executed the man as fresh gore and blood splashed and slid against her shins. Glancing left, Kagura witnessed a flash of red hair as Erza unleashed another stream of burning fuel at the remaining men. They lit up like horrible matchsticks, their last moments a nightmare of agony as fire rippled across them while sealing in the juices.
Only one of the Russians escaped the flames…and he promptly turned and ran…but didn't get far as Kagura shot him in the back. And as the bullet casing clattered to the dirt, both women turned to face Huber and the rest of his men.
"They are like devils…" one of the soldiers whispered in awe…and equal parts fear. They had all seen horrible things at the front…much of this was just a typical day. But to witness two women kill with such…brutality made a few of them question how dangerous half the human race was.
"Like the legendary amazons…" another uttered as Huber slowly stood up. Keeping his rifle lowered toward the ground, he had no illusions that these two women could probably kill him and all his men nearby.
"Do not open fire on them unless they do it first. These are not your typical women" Captain Huber ordered as he climbed over the pile of crates. Boots hitting the packed in dirt, he moved cautiously forward as the females watched his every move. Their grip tightened on their weapons as a finger moved toward the trigger with his approach…which made him stop.
Raising a placating hand, Dieter slowly set his rifle against the trench wall. He felt naked without it, but whoever they were…he needed to try and talk with them. Plus…he was not in the business of shooting beautiful women. Especially if they fought his enemies.
"Captain Dieter Huber" He spoke sternly as he extended a hand toward the woman with flowing red hair. A look of confusion hit her face as she glanced at the other.
"Erza…I think he was telling us his name. And by the looks of it, he or his men don't want to hurt us" Kagura said with a soft tone as the light sounds of movement reached their ears. It was coming from behind the men in dark gray as the war continued to rage all around them.
The woman turned back toward him, her hand slowly extending as his men watched with rifles gripped tightly. If she was hostile and killed Dieter, they would end them both. Her gloved hand gripped his, a small smile gracing her lips despite the specks of blood on her beautiful features.
"Erza Scarlet" she replied before pointing toward her friend nearby. "Kagura Mikazuchi" she introduced as the men all had blank stares.
Nodding at the words, Dieter knew it was English…he just couldn't understand it. But…based on her actions, he was confident the red head just revealed her own name. Relaxing…slightly, the Captain felt confident that the women wouldn't try to kill him or his men as he reached for his rifle. Feeling the two pairs of eyes watching his every move, he felt like a fly on the wall as more soldiers rounded the corner of the temporarily secured trench.
"Sir!" Corporal Mueller said loud enough to be heard as several dozen soldiers streamed past, their boots and movements lost in the night as they ran past the two women to exploit this opportunity.
Turning to his subordinate, Captain Huber was once again shocked as his Corporal stood with two other women in similar armor and with equally deadly weapons. One of them had hair as white as snow…and could be just as beautiful as the other two he had met. But the fact she was covered with drying blood and a fresh bayonet cut decorated the skin above her right eye meant she was just as dangerous…if not more so. Her armor had that same symbol on the chest plate while yellowish lights ran up both sides while one of those deadly rifles was clutched in her hands. Glimpsing to his left was the last woman with blue hair like the ocean. A pair of mechanic goggles rested against her hairline, which implied she might be a mechanic of some sort. But then again…he had never heard of a female mechanic in the first place. Studying her further, he took note of her features as fresh gunfire ruptured further down the trench.
A three inch scar ran along her left cheek, its age a few years if he had to guess. Her height was shorter than the others while the armor covered what could only be a sizeable chest. The woman's waist was encompassed with a utility belt, most likely containing ammunition for the sizeable weapon she carried. But as he studied her appearance, he was interrupted by his Corporal.
"Sir. The major has sent the regiment forward to retake the town. These four ladies cracked a hole in their lines and he wants you to continue the attack" the dirty man informed him as the blue haired woman shifted her feet and stepped forward as more men streamed past to wage war.
"You know we can help. Myself and my friends know how to fight" the female said in perfect German. Eyes widening at the surprise, Captain Huber looked at each four in turn before replying.
"I'm sorry, but I can't allow that with a good conscience" he replied warily as the bluenette's eyes seemed to…harden.
"Is it because we're women? Because let me assure you, we can do anything your men can do" she uttered with a hint of malice and anger.
"That…is part of it. I won't lie. None of my men have witnessed any women fight with such…ferocity. And while its very apparent you can all handle yourselves in a gunfight, you are also strangers. All four of you use advanced weapons and wear armors that shrug off rifle rounds from what I saw of your two friends earlier. But…I'm hoping that you can share how to make such things for my soldiers. Frankly, I don't want to risk you falling into enemy hands or dying for a bombed out town that we will probably hold for a few days at most. The Russians hold the advantage at the moment and will most likely push us to the Vistula. We hope to give them a bloody nose there" The Captain finished as the shorter woman slowly nodded.
"I suppose…that makes sense" Turning to the white haired woman as the other two females approached, the short one explained the situation in rapid English as Huber stood by with a few of his men. The light of dawn was getting brighter, and he knew the Russian's would soon be counterattacking as the women chatted lowly.
"So…what's the deal? Where are we?" Kagura asked Levy as they stood in the muddy trench near the men.
"Well…we basically landed on the Eastern Front of World War One. If we had our magic, we probably could wipe out a few battalions at least, but that's not an option"
"I don't get it! We were heading to Sera! What the hell happened!" Erza asked loudly, her face a patchwork of anger as her thoughts ran to Natsu. "He probably thinks we're dead…"
"I have no idea, but I can't figure it out from here in this trench" Levy replied to her friend as Mira butted in, blood still leaking from the fresh cut above her eye. It stung and hurt like hell, but they had much larger issues to deal with.
"So what do you propose? I mean…we are with the German's right now" she informed needlessly as Levy gave a curt nod. The rumble of artillery echoed from the distance, but it didn't disturb her as more men ran past to take the town less than a mile away.
"I say…we help them. Give them technology and weapons to win this war of their's. I mean…if they win, I doubt there would be a sequel. Plus, if we can set up a lab, I might be able to figure out what happened and why the fuck we were glowing in…that portal storm"
"And what about the Allies? This will change history here drastically" Erza said once more as her reasoning came into play.
"Um…fuck France? And no matter what, Britain and the U.S.A. would come out on par…hell, we don't even know what year it is right now. For all we know, this is still the first year of the war" she finished while glancing at the few men and the Captain guarding them. "DAMMIT LEVY! YOU JUST HAD TO LEAVE YOUR PORTAL GUN IN THE GUILD! Seriously! Just because the Seran's have some spares lying about doesn't mean you should leave yours behind! You just acted as stupid as any of the bimbo's!" She mentally raged at herself, the itch to scream frustrations to the heavens almost palpable. But…she kept her cool as the other three thought about it.
Throwing up her arms, Erza relented in a huff as they all realized they wouldn't find anything out crawling through trenches. "Fine! But remember I'm an actual combat soldier! If you expect me to just sit around while you invent things, your mistaken. I know how to fight and if I had men under my command, I…ah…just forget it for now" the attractive soldier finished with an exasperated tone. They all needed to get back home and the German's were probably their best chance.
After a few minutes, they seemed to reach an accord as the bluenette turned back. "Sorry, had a little conversation. But alright…take us behind the lines and we'll help your country if you help us get back to where we belong"
"Very well…but If I may ask, what are your capabilities miss…?"
"Levy McGarden. And I am a scientist that develops weapons in my spare time" she smirked, her confidence waving off her body as Captain Huber nodded. "If that's true, she could be a highly valuable asset! I can not risk their safety for the good of Germany"
"Corporal Mueller. Take these ladies back to command with those four men providing escort. They are to be protected by any and all means…I'm sure you men all know what will happen if you anger them" the Captain warned. After all…they were definitive beauties stuck with young, horny soldiers that hadn't seen a female in weeks or months. But if he were honest…he'd be more worried about his men providing escort. The dozens of corpses in the trench had solidified that belief.
"Yes sir" Mueller replied as he led the way with his four guards and the women enclosed in a ring of protection. Captain Huber was already running off to rejoin the attack, his worry for the men part of why the company loved him as their leader.
Marching through the trenches, the small group started to head back toward the established German lines even as hundreds of men poured through the gap between the warring armies as the crimson sky of dawn started to dip the land in light as battle raged back and forth…
And there! The first chapter of these four women in WW1! And yeah…like I said, I'm no historian. So if you don't like it, don't read it. I just don't want to hear a bunch of historic facts about so and so place when this is obviously fanfiction. But as stated earlier, this will be a short arc before the girls move on to…whatever universe is next. While thinking about it…I might try shorter chapters for an arc instead of just one massive chapter. And obviously they won't be staying for the duration of the war. And if your wondering why Levy can speak German, she injected translator technology into her neck during my Rick and Morty one shot…which allows the speaking and understanding of any language lol Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it and leave some positive reviews! And check out No Hope No Escape in the Resident Evil section of the site! It's a good read written by yours truly! So check it out if you haven't yet!
Levy: Wow…didn't expect to be killing Russians today
Erza: Well…they shouldn't have fired at us
Mira: Or tried to rape us
Kagura: I just had to volunteer to join you three psycho's…
Erza: Don't worry Kagura! If we survive this, you can join the sisterhood and fuck Natsu!
Kagura: *Blushes Crimson*
This is Thehappy signing off!