A/N: Sorry for being gone for so long, but I was reading. Well of Souls, Wheel of Time, World war series. I know I shouldn't have read for so long and definitely should have updated more, but eh.

"Walther honey, what's wrong? You haven't got an ounce of sleep since we got to this new house." It was true Walther didn't really get much sleep after they moved into the new house, how could he? The living room downstairs was where the bodies of his former boss's family lied, after he killed them of course.

"No Edith, nothing is wrong." Walther was lying through his teeth and he hoped his wife wouldn't notice it, lucky for him she didn't.

"Alright honey, if you say so." Seemingly she believed this, as she drifts back off to sleep, none the wiser. His wife was right, he hadn't slept, he probably should, after all he wouldn't want to have the new family have to bleach him out of the carpets.

Don awoke to the sounds of a trumpet, he realized he felt very numb. He lied in a room full of others on cots as well. He didn't know how long he has been there for, but he knows it has been awhile.

"Alright men, we have yet to find out what kind of magic hit you, but you had a lot of scarring in your lungs. The apothecaries here in Italica have done their best, now it is time to rally and head back into combat. As we speak the mages of Rondel have created new siege engines," Don couldn't stand listening to this guy, all of his friends were dead. Mowed down in front of him, and they expect him to believe those mages in Rondel had made something capable of fighting back! Don got out of his cot, stood on his legs, his legs struggling to hold his weight being numbed from the potions he was on. "Ah soldier, I can see you're excited to give your life for the Emperor, but you should get some rest you've been out for two weeks." Ignoring the mans offer Don hobbled his way over to the guy. On his way over in his state of rage, he grabbed one of the knives used for bloodletting.

"Hey asshat," the guy looked over, getting less than a second to respond before Don plunged the knife into his throat, "I'll see you in Emroy's domain!" It took Don a minute to realize he had just killed a commanding officer, he was as good as a dead man walking. Why should he care? No one would show up to his execution, no one would show up to his burial, why not go all the way. "All of you!," The attention of all those in the room had been seized, all of them listening patiently, "Remember what they put us through when we went through that gate? Brothers dying right in front of us, killed by those other worlders. Why did we do it? The loot we brought back will never be ours, the slaves we brought back will never work for us. We did it for the Emperor! An Emperor who doesn't care about us, enough to give us the fruit of our spoils! I may not know much, but I do know that this isn't fair, and I say that if they are going to have us killed, then let us get killed fighting back against them!" At that moment Don had adrenaline flowing through his brain, as did every other man in the room, they thought that Don's idea was a good one. Don even began to think this idea was a good one, and in his frenzied state grabs the gladius from the dead officer, hoisting it high above his head, and proclaimed proudly, "Let us fight against the Emperor, and make him remember my name. DON!" The men in the room all standing, or attempting to, chanting his name. In the back of Don's head, this is the start of a revolution. Maybe, just maybe Don would be a somebody, instead of dying a no one.

Quintis Caeparius was overseeing the production of the new magical war engines. He couldn't help but feel a sick sense of pride over what the higher ups can do when offered tax cuts from the emperor. The contraption he was currently looking at used multiple crystal lenses to focus magical energy into a beam of light capable of cutting metal, and from what he saw across the gate would be useful. Quintis rubs his hand across the engraved wood of the cart used to transport the contraption to the battlefield. It wasn't easy, it took two whole weeks of convincing, tax cuts, and the reports of the death toll caused by the other worlders for the Rondel council to start production.

Quintis knew that this would not be the end of the machines they produce, they still needed infantry weapons. With care deep within the vaults of Rondel ancient creations are being studied for reproduction, none more so than the spear of judgement. The spear was created by a long forgotten mage of centuries past, captured by the empire during a war against one of their vassals. In appearance it was a simple spear, but what it could do made it special, for the ancient magics within the spear allowed it to use a source of magic to fire spears of light. Not so unlike the giant contraption that he was working on, except this one is much smaller in scale.

The chimes of the church bells for Elange rung, to alert that the hour had past, snapping Quintis out of his thought. He looks out at the workshop he is overseeing, the gears and lenses being assembled to create a weapon of war. He only hoped that they could get enough of them to reinforce Italica before the invaders eventually make it to there. With a sigh he knows that with the way the empire's luck is going, Italica may as well be gone.

Karl is one of the first pilots to make it through the gate, after the new airstrip is put in of course. His jet has been re outfitted with a camera as to allow him to map out the land. He had surveyed the land around Italica, the Reich preparing for a siege on the city, making it the first settlement they shall capture in the new world, instead of being razed to the ground like the rest. A ping comes up on Karl's radar, it was heading towards his aircraft at a speed matching his own, only one thing could do that, the flame dragon. Ever since he began operations here that dragon had been a pain in the Reich's side, and it especially loved Karl ever since he took one of its eyes out with his guns. Knowing his aircraft would be no match for the dragon, he knows he has to return to base. Karl puts his aircraft into a small dive before pulling up until his aircraft inverts, he then rolls it over, making it level to the ground.

" Tower this is Psycho-1, returning to base. Got old one eye on my tail, over." Karl reports through the radio.

"Psycho-1 we are prepared for your arrival, be careful we don't want to shoot through you, standby." It was closing in, the dragon had a higher altitude and was catching up in a dive due to weight. On the throttle control Karl depressed a button with his thumb and pushed it forward, The afterburners kicking in increasing Karl's acceleration, but not by enough. The dragon had already broken the sound barrier and was heading in towards him.

"Psycho-1 we have you on radar, runway is clear, acknowledge."

"This is Psycho-1, affirmative, out." Decreasing his engines throttle, and deploying the air brakes, Karl slows the aircraft. He slows until he is at such a speed that his won't risk his landing gear being torn away. At this point he puts his gear down and comes in for landing. On his way down he notices the laser guided anti air batteries firing at some distant target that he can't guide see, but assumes to be the flame dragon. As Karl touches down he throttles down the engines and put on the brakes, effectively bringing the plane to a halt. Ground crew begin running up to begin to remove the cameras data stores. Karl knew the missiles didn't take out the dragon, that was a job for him, and him alone.

The Lion MBT purred forward through the gate, it's driver, Jake Taylor driving it. Being one of the few tanks from the British territories. A firm believer in the Reich's cause.

"Taylor drive with the convoy." Taylor did as the commander said, Fergus his thick scottish accent shining through the cramped compartment. The armored convoy was on its way over to the forward fire support base near Italica, In one week from now the siege of Italica would begin, the only thing they were waiting on was for enough infantry to be brought in, and members of the new puppet government.

"Hey Taylor, see that burned husk of a village?" Fergus points towards a charred patch on the ground, although Taylor would never be able to see it, with him being inside the tank. The village was once known as Coda Village, was burned to the ground. Something about a mage being held there.

"Yeah, wasn't that due to a mage being held there?" Taylor asks, his voice being picked up on the vocalizer.

"Yeah some mage, heard that the Fuhrer has banned magic, claims that it does not support unity enough." The gunner, Guy responds before Fergus does.

"You know that it must be the right thing to do if the Fuhrer says so, SIEG HEIL!" They all chant with him, all of them fully believing in the ideal they have been born and raised under.

Ludwig Jaeger is an infantryman, in an APC heading towards a fire support base, preparing for the siege of Italica. They wouldn't be preparing for a siege of a Roman style city, unless if they didn't have something to fear. They feared mages, the only advantage that the Saderan Empire has over the Reich. The reason the Reich doesn't want to use magic? Magic is the art of intellectuals, the one thing an authoritarian states can't do is have intellectuals.

Ludwig is cradling his Sturmgewehr in his arms as the APC rattles along the dirt path. Not having to worry about anything until he gets to the base, Ludwig settles in his seat and prepares for the road ahead, the days to come will be long and dark.

Hey guys I know that I just introduced a bunch of characters without any explanation, but I needed more views. Don't worry about Pina, Rory, or Zorzal, they shall appear soon enough. Please leave a review, I don't care what you say.