AN: Hey guys sorry for not getting this up yesterday, I needed to bring a 25% up to a 60% in a class so it left no time for proofreading and uploading. Mostly just world building at this point, though a special guest appears latter on. So read and tell me what you think. Can't fix what I'm not aware is broken.
The conversation between the men dragged on for a bit as they were assigned a room along with other necessities like toiletries and food. The team was unnamed at the moment, but would think of something in the meantime. There Room was DC-3, the irony was not lost on The four paratroopers. The room was usually unneeded and until a few hours ago was used a storage for uniforms. Thus it lacked the updated beds and window most other rooms had, instead they had three sets of bunks built into the walls, similar to a ship. At one corner was a door that lead into a closet where the group's spare uniforms now hung. In the center was a table large enough to set six, but was a bit small for the four paratroopers. On the wall next to door were carved the names Specialist Fred Henderson, Corporal Matthew Collins, PFC Josh Konrad, and PFC Henry Noete, the names of Krauss's former squad. Covering most of the remaining wall space where weapon racks that Ozpin had given them. Currently the only weapons not in there rack was the M67, That monstrosity was placed above the doorway. Krauss's disassembled M14, which lay on the table currently being cleaned by its owner. And everyone's sidearms, which were all holstered on their person. They had decided on calling themselves Fireteam Airborne after their former role. The Fireteam relaxed in their room for a bit. Krauss cleaning his sidearm, the other 101st played cards, and Wilhelm was reading Baneblade, a book Krauss had loaned him. A conversation between the 101st revolved around "acquiring" a 55 gallon drum for the making of a "Hobo Fire" with the express purpose of making home cooked meals from the remaining C-rations. Wilhelm claimed that it would taste shit. (It did)
They had finished unpacking their meager possessions an hour ago, which consisted of almost purely weapons ,excluding Krauss's duffle. Which held some spare uniforms a few books his own laptop and his GI TACPAD. And dear God did they have a lot of guns they had :
one MG42, six FG42s, a Kar98, one M67 AT Rifle, two Thompsons, A M1919A6, one B.A.R., five Garands, 21 pistols of assorted manufacturer, two SCAR-Hs, a M240 Bravo, the M2 on the Humvee, and a M14SE. Oh and knives, a lot of knives and other small bladed weapons. That along with enough ammo for a large platoon, insured the Grimm would regret more than a few life choices. As far as Fireteam Airborne was concerned they were ready for deployment.
It was a good ten minutes before Krauss broke the silence.
" So any of you guys know different languages? I know Italiano, Русские, Deutsch, and English."
"I know a bit of German and most of Italian." Replied Adam.
"Same here" said Jonathan.
"No Russian, but I know Italiano and English well enough.." chimed Wilhelm. Adam smiled at the potential uses of two completely unknown language.
"Oh what about Alphabets, I know Norse Runic." Krauss asked the group shook their heads. "No one, really, well I could just give you a sheet."
"I guess we don't really need battle code anymore." Stated Wilhelm. Getting an idea, Krauss turned to his bag of mystery and started to rummage through it.
" I believe we should try scoping the M1s. I think I have a spare scope." He pulled a small scope from his bag. Looking at it and the M1 he noticed something. The older guns had no rails.
"Shit this not going to work." He placed the scope rings down and looked at the M1.
" I think I could fabricate a mount with some time, but it will take a while. What do you say el-tee?" Adam looked at the six Garands sitting in there rack. "If you can get it done by the start of the week go ahead sergeant. I want us to be ready to deploy as soon as we can." Krauss gathered up an M1, an empty clip and a few scopes from his bag and rushed out of the room saying."I have done by tomorrow afternoon sir." Adam turned around and looked to the two machine gunners.
"Alright we're getting a bit more training in today. Both of you need to learn how to use rifles." The two saluted and scrambled for their secondary weapons, a BAR and a FG-42. And began the walk down to the ranges.
Below in Beacon's workshops Krauss was staring at a small pile of scopes and the M1. He just could not get the scope and mounting brackets to fit properly, if they did it would block the Mag well and prevent proper ejection. After close to three hours of nonstop building, he had a working prototype. It was basically a large block that had been cut in half and had the rough outline of a 4x optic milled into it. when sealed it wouldn't let the scope jiggle around. Well in theory that is. after a few test fires, the scope had moved out of alignment. and needed to be readjusted. That meant taking it out of its shell and refitting it, this would not work in combat. He picked up a pot of coffee he had "liberated" from the cafeteria and poured himself a cup. "This is going to take a while." He said. Turning to the pile of metal he flicked a random song on form his phone and got to work.
It was close to four in the morning when Krauss had finally looked at his watch again. The third prototype was half complete at this point. As Krauss ran the pieces through a test fit he discovered that a pin was way to small, and kept falling out.
He swore " Appena cazzo in forma!" If only he had extra rails he would have been done by now.
"What's that?" Said a voice from behind him. Startled Krauss pulled a borrowed C96 and pointed it at the source to find a surprised looking Ruby. He immediately holstered the pistol and let out a breath of air.
" Emperor above Rose! don't startle me like that. What are you doing down here anyways?"
Ruby held up the folded Scythe."Found a slight hang up in the blades unfolding process and I was going to fix it." She looked to the array of machinery and paper scarred across one of the workbench, the song that was playing was a strange style she hadn't heard before, lots of horns and something about Rome, whatever that was. (Triarii. Great band by the way.)
"How long have you been here? It's almost four AM."
"Since three last afternoon I think." He answered with a small yawn. Krauss reached for a cup lying on the bench and downed the contents. Looking back at the pieces of the mount scattered across the bench an idea came to his mind. grabbing a small block he tried to recreate the first mount with a sorta foam filling using a can of expanding insulation.
"OK that is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever made." Ruby looked at the mount and to the gun it was supposed to fit on.
"Uh it took you eight hours to come up with that?"
"Eh I never worked on a M1 before, they're close to seventy years old and really outdated. Besides i was never a gunsmith." Ruby was about to say she could help what when the radio Krauss had on his vest squawked to life.
" Krauss where the hell are you? I will court martial your ass if you're not in the barracks in ten minutes." Krauss panicked. and started to gather up his tools before realizing that he would never make it in time.
" Oh shit. Ruby!" the girl in question immediately stopped looking at the dismantled M1 and faced Krauss. "Watch this stuff make sure no one touches it." he said. Before Ruby could he ran out of the room heading to his unit's dorm.
Krauss got back to find a disturbing sight. the three other members of the fire team were standing around a bomb. a BIG bomb. "Sargent How the fuck did this get here!" Krauss approached the bomb and looked closer.
"Oh God that's a W59 Warhead!" the rest of the team looked at him for an explanation.
"this was a standard US nuclear warhead for long range missiles." The three looked in horror at the device sitting on the floor. Jonathan turned to face Krauss
"Krauss is that thing armed?" Krauss started to pace back and forth.
"I don't know I never took EOD training! Oh god we are going to get everyone killed!" Adam tried to reason with the panicking marksman.
"Well maybe it's just a small one. Only a few kilotons." Krauss laughed
" That thing is 1 megaton!"
"Krauss calm down, how far would we need to be to be in the clear?" Asked Adam.
"I don't really know… 16 klicks I think. Either way we are well and truly fucked if this goes off" Wilhelm asked the most important question yet.
"What are we going to do with this then? Bury it?" Krauss was about to reply when a knock silenced him and the rest of the occupants.
Everyone swore in various languages. "Quick hide it now" hissed Adam. Wilhelm and Jonathan moved to pick up the nuke but quickly discovered it was heavy, really heavy. Wilhelm whispered "American quick help us!" Adam and Krauss joined the group. The four shakily lifted the bomb and tried to place it in an open closet. Ozpin's Muffled voice came through the door.
"Mr McCarthy I would like to have a word with you." The four men really started to panic now. As they went to place the warhead on the ground it slipped and impacted with a loud thud and the sound of tearing wood. A brief look of utter terror crossed their faces before the floor fell out from underneath them. (While 'lighter on Remnant, Remnant is made of smaller units then on Earth aka 1 Earth kilo is 1.25 Remnant kilos, while 1 Remnant kilo is .75 Earth kilo. These guys weigh in at eh 160-190 pounds, plus the 20 pound chest plates. So four 250 (R)pound paratroopers plus a 625 (R)pound bomb is probably more then any structural engineer on remnant was intending a closet's floor to hold. Hope you understand my reasoning.)
