A/N: Alright, it's time to get on with this. We are going to get down with the assault on the Reich. I'm saying this now, the Reich is not Germany. Well on wards my good friends.
Horns bellow war cries from the ranks. The Empire's first wave, the conscripts are lining up. Each and everyone of them knows they probably won't make it. All of them, waiting to see just what is on the other side of that forsaken gate. Each of them feeling like they will lead the Empire to victory, because really what could stop the Empire? They soon will find out, on the other side.
Walther POV
Meanwhile, Walther awakens to the sound of a phone ringing. Not just any phone, the red phone. That can only mean one thing, Gestapo work. He reluctantly sighs, but then picks up the phone.
"Yeah, what it is this time, another thought crime?"
"Not this time Walt. Just get your ass over here, now!" Without argue Walther hung up the phone and ran to over to his car, and drove as fast as his car would let him to the station. As he looked into the city smoke rose high from where he knew a gas station to be, then an explosion. Walt thinks to himself, probably just another terrorist group.
Karl POV
Karl, was getting into his jet. Apparently something went down in Berlin and they needs birds in the air. The other pilots and him were woken up thirty minutes ago, they were told to put on their G-suits and get to your plane. Karl always hated his G-suit, unlike the G-suits before, this one shocks the pilot's heart in order to get blood to the brain. Because of just how dangerous this is, most pilots leave service without limbs, fingers, or certain organs.
"This is Psycho-1, spooling engines."
"Psycho-1, You are clear for takeoff."
"Roger control, rolling down the runway." Karl pushed the throttle control up all the way, and disengaged the brakes, rocketing down the runway. Only clearing said runway after reaching three hundred miles per hour. He was the happiest he had ever been. He was going to see actual combat, something he always wish to see. He pulled, his pilot stick, and other controls until he was heading towards Berlin for the combat he so desperately wants.
Don POV
Don looks at the new world around him. The sky is dark, but the streets are as bright as day. The building reach into the sky, but none as tall as the one that appears to be in the center. It was huge, it towered over the other buildings. Not only that, but a red banner with an odd emblem appeared on almost every corner. When no immediate threat was spotted they sent a courier back, thinking that they had entered unnoticed, in this new world eyes and ears are everywhere.
When word finally got back to the rest of the forces, they began to come through. Mages, dragons, mounted cavalry, the whole shebang. It was only then that they heard the noise. A high shrill screech, wondering what creature it could be, they looked in the direction with fear. What they all saw utterly confused them, a carriage, painted black and white, with red and blue flashing lights. Out stepped a man with a word they had never seen before, "Polizei." The man grabbed a small black box, and started to speak into it. Don looked back and noticed that the mages were just as confused as the conscripts.
"Please wait here until backup arrives, attempts to resist will be acted upon severely." The man spoke in an unknown language, but it sounded like a threat. One of their mages walked to the front of our entire formation, and shot a fireball into the carriage. Upon impact it erupted into flame, killing the man as well as destroying the carriage.
"I must wonder the skill of the mages this land has. If they are able to turn night to day, make large towers of stone and glass, and create enchanted carriages. They shall be a most useful vassal state for our great Empire." The army begins to advance, looting every building around, enslaving anyone they happen to find.
A large boom sound reverberates through the air. Don is the first to run to the source of the noise, a huge fire is burning, one of the fire mages stumbles out of the inferno. His screams pierce the night, until he finally collapses, dead. A sign on a pole probably saying what exactly this place was. The word on said sign, "benzin."
Walther POV
Walther arrives at the station, and shows his identification papers. After which he parks his car, and hurries into the building.
"Now all we gotta do is wait for Walt." Walther's squadmates talk to each other, dressed up in full riot gear. As Walther walks into the room, he knows shits going down. His squad is not only dressed in full riot gear, they have their G34 caseless assault rifles strapped to their chest.
"I'm here, what's wrong."
"A magical fucking gate opened up in the heart of Berlin, a fantasy Roman army marched out."
"Alright, I'll get my gear."
"Hey, we've been given permission to use lethal gas. Should I grab the launcher?"
"Yeah, grab the launcher. We're gonna kill these fuckers, how dare they ruin my goddamned sleep." A grenade launcher is grabbed of the wall. A six cylinder launcher, with alternating phosgene, and chlorine gas. The squad got into a military grade APC, and they weren't alone. Other squads were getting sent out, into their respective kill teams. Each and everyone of them hoping the military wouldn't be too long.
Karl POV
Karl was the first jet to take off, and the first to arrive to the scene. His Me-373-G, being top of the line. The airframe was old, its been around since 1960, but the electronics are new and updated. Capable of a top speed of mach one six, there was nothing it couldn't do. Nevertheless, new aircraft development was being done in the American, and Slavic territories. A ping appeared on his radar. Slow moving, not even exceeding 50 miles per hour, he wouldn't even need air to air missiles if he had them. Instead he had a gas canister on each wing, and a JDAM in the internal bomb bay.
Karl lines his aircraft up with the radar blip, slowing down to what his craft will let him. The target in sight Karl depresses the trigger on his pilot stick. The 13.2 millimeter bullets, and the 23 millimeter shells shredded the dragon to bits. What do you expect when you fire six 13 mils, and two 23 mils at something. After the target has been reduced to a paste, Karl pushes forward the throttle and accelerates to supersonic speeds, shattering glass as he passes it. Karl feels lucky, Berlin is built in a grid, so as long as he doesn't turn he can go straight and not crash into anything.
" Psycho-1, we have a request for close air support. Location is marked by GPS."
"Roger control, over n' out." Karl was living his dream, finally starting his career as a fighter ace. Karl with enthusiasm not seen in ages, rocketed off towards the target. The only thing he had to do was drop the bomb when the planes built in computer told him to.
Don POV
The Invasion went well, to begin with. There was little resistance as the men burst into houses taking slaves, and looting valuables. Things got sour real fast. The general ordered us to head on up to the tall tower, hoping the emperor would be in there. Expecting the resistance to be as minimal as it has been, onwards they push. Don was towards the back of the formation, in fact he was marching next to the telepath.
" Sir, how much further do you think it will be." Don asked.
"Quiet conscript! Don't ask questions just do as I say." The centurion shouted at Don. That silenced Don up really quickly. The entire century came to a stop, apparently there was a group of black clothed men up ahead.
Don didn't really know what was going on, but he did notice a slight hay smell in the air. A small cylinder landed at Don's feet, a second later a green fog started to fill the air. The men around him started to cough, and he did as well.
"Retreat, fall bac…" The centurion didn't get a chance to finish as his body was splattered across the ground, and then the other started to as well. It was a cacophony of shouting and loud sounds, the source of them were unknown, but what was known was that men were dying, and they were dying fast.
Not many of them made it to the second century, but those who did collapsed, unable to breath.
"Take these poor excuses for soldiers back to Alnus, make sure they're whipped into shape."
"Yes milord." Here it is, Matilda dragging Don to a carriage. She nothing but a servant for those above her, and Don, just a farmer. Nothing more, nothing less.
Karl POV
Things were getting bad, not only were the invaders attacking, they tried attacking the Fuhrer's tower. The first assault wasn't so bad to deal with. The Fuhrer's personal Death Korp was able to deal with the spearmen with ease. Hell even if you weren't made in a lab to fight for the Reich and only lived for a year, you could handle spearmen. Things got bad when the mages arrived. Not only did they bring a hail of magic, they brought a giant beast with them. A flame breathing ground lizard, with thick hide, and one inch enchanted steel plates of most of its body. The gas was being dispersed by the mages magic, and the beast was tanking bullets. The Death Korp probably would be afraid right now if they weren't all the same person, and emotionless.
Fuhrer Hans Gruber was evacuated by helicopter earlier. A Reich couldn't do anything if its own beloved leader is no more, and with how valuable this tower was to Hans, he wanted an airstrike.
"This is Psycho-1 approaching target zone, all soldiers of the Reich brace yourself." Karl was only fifteen seconds out, and after announcing his approach on the radio was ready to drop the bomb. How Karl loved the JDAM, although it was just a large bomb with an American made guidance system, it made his life that much easier. Karl didn't even see what he was bombing, he was traveling to fast to matter, all he did was push the button when the machine told him to. When Karl was three blocks from the target his computer pinged, and he dropped the bomb. The bomb took the speed of the aircraft and continued moving forward until it hit the ground. The bomb wasn't anything special, just a guided thermobaric bomb, but it destroyed everything. The mages, the armored lizard, all of them engulfed in a massive fireball. Organs ruptured, steel melting, and flesh so tender it falls off the bone.
"This is Psycho-1 payload has been delivered."
"Roger Psycho-1, new directives are to maintain air superiority. Other bird are now in the air. Over n' out." Karl did it. He dropped his first bomb on an enemy target, and now he is shooting fish in a barrel. He only wished he could have an actual challenge to face, if not what's the point of going beyond the gate.
Walther POV
Walt and commanded his kill team with deft quickness. In fact it was the weapons, and tactics used here as in the gay rights protest he dealt with a month ago. Although according to the Reich terrorists killed all the protesters, and his team killed the terrorists. Anyone with half a brain knows what really happened, but people like that are either higher ups, or get their families vaped. The gas scared them away quick, afterall who wouldn't run from the green fog. In their retreat Walt ordered his team to open fire with their G34s. The G34 is unique, in that the case is also made out of propellant, leaving no brass behind, and shorter bullets. Why is this important, unless someone sees them, or they find the bullets themselves, it's like they were never here. His kill team was the only one on the south side of the city. The others were setting up roadblocks around tallest building in the city, The Reich Building. According to the reports over the radio his team has it lucky. Reports of armored giant lizards were coming in over the radio, but it sounds like the enemy was routed.
Albert POV
Albert wakes up in his bed, with a whore next to him, and a horrible hangover. He goes and turns on the television, and the news story makes him sad. All military personnel are to report to the nearest army base, to go to war with a new land beyond a magical gate. After just getting home, Albert is effectively drafted again. Why can't he ever get some peace and quiet. Leaving the house, and placing three hundred Reichsmarks on his nightstand, he grabs his military identification and drives off.
"To hell and back, only to head right back to hell." Albert whispers to himself as he drives to his nearest base.
A/N: This chapter doesn't really go into any of the characters to in depth, that why further chapters will have the characters name of who it is centered around. Please leave a review, even if it's just insulting, I want to know people look at this.
