Chapter 9
+Welcome Mr. Schnee.
+User Input: Open Document CL-17572.
+System Complying.
+Begin Document.
Beginning Report on Item CL-17572 and corresponding specimen. Today at 05:23, Item CL-17572 washed up and became beached on the shore off Site 27 at low tide, it was discovered by Site Security on their normal patrol route and reported immediately after. The Security team then boarded CL-17572 and discovered Specimen CL-17572-01, who appears to be a young Caucasian woman in her early 20s to late Teens with platinum blonde hair and wearing a brown and white uniform with matching brown stockings and hat. She is 5 foot 4 inches in height and around 120 pounds in weight. Specimen CL-17572-01 was in a comatose state on discovery and has yet to wake up. Item CL-17572 was then taken to a mooring via tugboat after Specimen CL-17572-01 was extracted and taken to the medical wing of the Site for examination.
Item CL-17572 is a water-based warship that is slightly more advanced than ones that served in the Great War. For armament, it has 9 guns in three triple turrets with a caliber 150mm, 2 guns in single turrets with a caliber of 88mm, and 12 torpedo tubes in four triple mounts. Item CL-17572 was flying a red flag, with black accents, a strange black symbol composed of right angles in the center, and a black cross like symbol on the upper pole side of the flag. The ship itself has an interesting and distinctive design choice of having the rear two turrets being slightly offset, most likely to allow for better firing angles in battle. Strangely, the Item has a noticeable lack of any dust at all, including the ammunition of the main guns.
For final notes, I as the Director of Site 27 recommend that we keep CL-17572-01 until she awakes from her comatose state, for purposes of questioning. I also recommend that we try to extract certain items of interest from Item CL-17572 to figure out how they work and if possible, reverse engineer them for commercial purposes. Mr. Schnee, this may be a lucrative side project and I would like to request some extra funding sent my way so I may figure out whether something like this warship could be fanatically viable. This is Dr. Ashton Lazuli, Director of Research Site 27, signing off.
+User Input: Close Document CL-17572
+User Input: Shut Down System
+System Complying.
+Goodbye Mr. Schnee.
Official Calendar Date: April 9th, 1940.
The beginning of Operation Weserübung
Karlsruhe slowly forced herself awake through the hazy cloud of exhaustion induced unconsciousness. She heard a faint beeping of an EKG machine and muffled speaking, 'Is that? English?' She thought to herself, her eyes sluggishly opening. The cruiser was surrounded by around a half a dozen men and women in scrubs and medical masks, though their uniforms were more turquoise than the sterile white she was used to from medical men. She lazily looked down at herself, the blonde was shackled to the cot, and was wearing a strange paper-like dress, an advanced looking EKG steadily beeping with her heart.
"She's waking up." One of the staff stated, one leaning over and looking at her, flashing a small light into her eyes. "Dilation is normal." He stated.
Karlsruhe's head was pounding, and she looked up at the apparently American and English doctors and spoke up, "W-Wo bin ich? Wer bist du?" Her question causing a few of the doctors to look at each other in confusion. Slowly everything began to come back to her, the start of the war, Norway, Odderøya, and… Immediately, she burst up, easily breaking the restraints and her eyes wide and wild, panicking all the staff around her.
"SECURITY! SECURITY!" A female doctor shouted, a few of the braver souls trying to restrain her and inject some fluid into her neck. Karlsruhe easily shoved them off with her superior strength, punching a few and sending them flying across the room.
Two people burst into the sterile medical room, wearing strange white armor and helmets that disguised their face with a reflective glass, they held sleek white rifles that looked like something out of a sci-fi novel, emblazoned on their shoulders was a twelve sided snowflake that Karlsruhe didn't recognize. "HANDS UP! DON'T MOVE!" One shouted, pointing his rifle at the light cruiser.
Like a cornered animal, the cruiser lashed out, charging at the two security officers, who opened fire on her. A searing pain hit her side, causing her to scream out in pain, managing to burst past the officers and sprint down the hall, a hand at her side with teeth clenched and tears streaming down her face. She did not know nor care where she was going, as long as it was away from here, she blazed past confused staff, most in scrubs others in suits, straight into a janitorial cart and its owner. The cruiser didn't give them a second thought before standing and continuing her escape, though the delay of the collision allowed Security to catch up to her.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" One shouted at her, causing her to freeze for the first time, slowly raising her left hand up, keeping her right clasped to her injured side. She turned towards the two, tears continuing to stream down her face as one Officer walked up and put cuffs on her. "K-Können Sie mir bitte sagen, wo ich bin?" She asked quietly through tears, receiving no response from the two.
Spee walked through the dark hallways of the dormitory, Z1 having retired to her bedroom hours ago, yet sleep eluded the panzershiff. She could not help but reflect on her situation, for her entire existence she has been alone, with rare exceptions such as her visit to Spithead to represent Germany at the coronation review of King George VI in 1937. But even then, she did not leave her ship, only momentarily conversing with the Frauenschiffs Hood, Nelson, Dunkerque, and Ashigara in a formal manner. But now was different, being in a different, unfamiliar world brought about a whole new meaning to her being alone, at least until Z1 came.
The destroyer was quirky to say the least, having a somewhat bombastic personality on the outside, but Spee could tell something was bothering her, but did not want to press and risk pushing away her only companion. Spee train of thought came to a halt, how long has it been since she called someone her companion? Had she ever? Spee looked down at her hands, mentally summoning forth her rigging and watching as her small, pale arms were covered by the large black and red claws. She didn't understand the feeling within her, she knew that she should confront Leberecht about what was bothering her, as something like that might get them killed in combat, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to be alone again, not to say that she had been lonely, just… alone.
Spee's contemplating was cut short as she heard quiet whimpering in the room to her right. She took a moment to remember where she was, realizing that she was next to Leberecht's room. Silently, Spee dismissed her rigging and opened the door, looking in she saw Z1 on her bed, whimpering and tossing back and forth. The heavy cruiser walked forward up next to the destroyer, she thought for a moment, trying to decide what might help, remembering a book of old folk songs that one of her sailors owned. Spee cleared her throat slightly before singing softly to Maass,
"Guten Abend, gut' Nacht,
Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Näglein besteckt,
Schlupf unter die Deck
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
Wirst du wieder geweckt,
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
Wirst du wieder geweckt
Guten Abend, gut' Nacht,
Von Englein bewacht,
Sie zeigen im Traum
Dir Christkindleins Baum
Schlaf nun selig und süß,
Schau im Traum's Paradies,
Schlaf nun selig und süß,
Schau im Traum's Paradies"
The Graf looked back down at Z1, who appeared to have calmed down somewhat, and was gripping Spee's arm tightly, as if it was a stuffed animal. A small smile appeared on Spee's face, despite all her bravado, Z1 truly was a child at heart. After a few moments, the cruiser stood, and just before leaving the room, she turned and whispered, "Good night Maass, sweet dreams."
Official Calendar Date: April 10th, 1940.
1 Day after the beginning of Operation Weserübung
Königsberg groaned in pain, her entire body ached and her head pounded, the German light cruiser slowly opened her eyes, the last thing she remembered was screaming about the lack of air support and 500 pound bombs exploding around her. She swore lowly to herself, slowly standing up and retrieving her cap that had fallen off. Königsberg took in the environment around her, seeing just ocean and feeling slightly chilly air.
The cruiser thought about her situation as she made her way to her bridge, unsure on what happened. She clearly remembered the pain and heat of the unexpected bombs dropped from the English Blackburn Skuas. She elected to sail south, towards Germany, trying to figure out how she got into open waters all the way from being moored in Bergen for repairs. On that note, she also added the mystery of how she was fully repaired to her list of pondering. Königsberg glanced over and spotted her riding crop laid on the plotting table, picking it up and giving it a testing bend, a small smirk appearing on her face as she felt the familiar weight.
Lullaby - "Guten Abend, gute Nacht"
Good evening, and good night,
With roses adorned,
With carnations covered,
Slip under the covers.
Early tomorrow, so God willing,
You will wake once again.
Good evening, and good night.
By angels watched,
Who show you in your dream
The Christ-child's tree.
Sleep now peacefully and sweetly,
See the paradise in your dream.
W-Wo bin ich? Wer bist du? – W-Where am I? Who are you?
K-Können Sie mir bitte sagen, wo ich bin - C-Can you please tell me where I am?
Sorry that this is a little short, but Finals came around and I wanted to give you something. But how can you complain? I gave you a wholesome Spee and Leberecht bonding scene. Anyhow, two of the Königsberg sisters are in Remnant now! Though Karlsruhe is in a bad place currently… But anyways, thank ya'll for reading, and onto reviews!
General A/N: Quite a few reviews worry about Atlas being able to reproduce Earth Gunpowder, and honestly, y'all underestimate the complexity of the creation method for double or even single base smokeless powder. So no, Atlas won't be getting access to modern gunpowder, it would take them years upon years to reverse engineer the powder in the German guns to be able to reproduce it. There is a reason that it took us so long to go from Black Powder to single base Smokeless powder.
daggercloak000: "Please update soon... Its rare to find fic like this.. Keep it up."
A/N: Thanks! And as you can see, you got your wish! Even thought its nearly a month after your request. Sorry, but I hope it was worth the wait.
BanzEye: "Loving this story! Are you going to be adding more ships from different nations, or just ships from Germany? Hope you update soon! Stay safe!"
A/N: Thanks! As I've said in some of my earlier responses to reviewers, this story will have ships from multiple nations, and my method for picking and choosing ships has yet to be called out. As you can see, I have updated in a somewhat timely manner, Somewhat, and I wish you a Safe time as well!
Joeyginise: "So, if you ever continue this, might I make a suggestion. What if Spee found more German girls and decided to make the Kriegsmarine a sort of Mercenary force on Remnant. I'm sure there are plenty of Sea monster contracts that your typical huntsman can't handle because of a lack of specialization. Just a thought I had a while back."
A/N: I am continuing this, and honestly, that's not a bad idea, but sadly I have something else planned. But if you ever want to explore that idea yourself, I'd sure as hell read it!
Thank you all for being patient with me, and as always, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines.
Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.