Me:Hey guys its Falloutfan158 back with another chapter. Now we will see the reaction of the discovery that neither the germans nor the americans are alone. Now Happy Easter
Levi: Thats great and all you shitty brat, but when the fuck are we going to show up.
Me: LEVI ! how the hell did you get in here ?!
Levi: Jäger punched a hole in the wall.
Me:EREN!
Eren: Sorry but Corporal Levi ordered me to.
ME:Just for this Levi I have a special surprise for you.
Levi: (Unimpressed) oh really.
Me:Yes really, but that's for later Mikasa the disclaimer please
Mikasa: Falloutfan158 does not own Attack on Titan, Hajime Isayama does.
Ocean outside wall Maria
German Aircraft Carrier Graf Zeppelin
Two emotions are visible on Vizeadmiral Dönitz's face; hope and concern. Hope because of the fact they aren't alone here, and concern because of the pilots' pale faces and shaking bodies.
"What's wrong?" he asks, "you look ill."
Fritz and Johann look at each other for a few moments before Fritz speaks. "Herr vizeadmiral," he says "do you want the bad news, or the very bad new?"
The eyebrows on Dönitz's head arch. 'Whatever they saw out there must have really spooked them,' he thinks to himself. Dönitz pauses briefly before looking at them. "The worst news first gentlemen, if you would please."
"Well, herr vizeadmiral," Fritz says "we can officially tell you that we are not in our world anymore."
Dönitz clenches his jaw, and tries to mask the shock on his face. His mind is racing, thoughts flying through fast. He takes a moment to steel himself. "How can you possibly know that, Captain Keiner?"
"Herr vizeadmiral," Fritz says "the reconnaissance photos we took will clearly show these giant people. There's also a forest of giant trees, even bigger than those American redwoods."
At the words giants, Dönitz quirks his eyebrows up. "Really Keiner? Giants?"
From his tone Fritz knew that the Vizeadmiral doesn't believe him. He starts to respond when one of the intelligence officers bursts through the door, hitting the wall with a resounding crack that gathers the attention of everyone in the room.
"HERR VIZEADMIRAL!" the man shouts running over to him, photos clutched in his hand. His eyes are opened wide, and his hands can't stop themselves from shaking. Crossing the room in mere seconds, he shows the pictures to Dönitz.
His face pales when he sees what is captured on the paper. "Very well captain I believe you now," Dönitz says, his voice cracking slightly as he speaks. He tries to calm himself and get color back in his face. "And what exactly is the bad news?" asks Dönitz in a reluctant voice.
Fritz looks over at Johann and grips his shoulder, whispering something under his breath.
"American planes, herr vizeadmiral. They're here, somewhere," Johann answers in a low voice, afraid of even hearing himself say the words.
Dönitz looks down at the photos again. "Between the Americans and these giants, I wonder who the real enemy is," he mutters under his breath.
Dönitz zeros in on the radio, and makes it over there in a few strides. He hits a button and speaks into the microphone. "I want all ground commanders and ship captains to report to the Graf Zeppelin briefing room to receive the report from the reconnaissance flight. That is all."
Setting the microphone down, he turns to the pilots. "Come men. You need to be present to give your report to the commanders, no?" With that being said, he walks toward the door with Johann and Fritz following him to the briefing room.
American carrier George Washington
Silence hangs over the briefing room as Smith, Hale, and the pilots stand at the front of the room. The empty chairs in front of them wait for the ground commanders to join them.
The first one to walk through the door are Major General Eric Davis, then Captain Charles White. Soon men were filling the room, filling in one at a time. The seats beside MG Davis were Major General's Malcolm Stone and William Smithson. The seats on the other side of the room are occupied by the captains of the other ships, Spencer, Fitzroy, Mullen, McNaughton, Livingston, and Wright.
As the last man takes his seat, Hale and Smith stands up. "Men, as of 14:45 we can officially say that we are no where in our own world, and we are not alone out here."
The room breaks out in a multitude of shocked voices. One of the men stands up. "How can you be sure of this? Where is the proof of these claims?"
Hale slides a manila folder across the table to him without uttering a single word.
Davis opens up the folder, which has [CLASSIFIED] stamped over the front in bright red letters. He sifts through the pictures inside, and even though they were low resolution, each one makes him feeling more uneasy than the last. The horror of the trench warfare he went through twenty five years ago held a candle to it. It was giant, titanic even, vaguely humanoid creatures have mottled skin and dead eyes that gazed at nothing and yet at the same time everything. He cusses under his breath and slams the folder shut. "Fuck. What the hell? What was that?" He looks up at Hale and Smith as if silently asking permission to pass around the folder.
When they both nodded, he turns to Captain Fitzroy and hands it to him.
As the folder passed around the room, shocked swears fills the room. They all sit there, trying to digest what they have just seen. No one can believe it, but the proof was there in a black and white.
Mullen stands up and speaks. "Permission to speak, sir?"
"Granted."
Mullen nods his head and continues. "Sir, is this what you meant when you said that we are not alone?"
Hale shakes his head. "No," he responds. "These two," he pointed to Alfred and Andrew "ran across German planes on their recon flight."
As Hale finishes, shocked gasps fill the room.
Dread fills them faster than water in a sinking ship. Both Hale and Smith look at them for a few minutes and watched as they quietly chatted in worried tones among themselves. Smith sees Hale squint his eyes slightly and a grimace forming on his lips, and gets their attention with a loud whistle.
"Men!" Smith shouts in a stern voice. "If you will all calm down, we will tell you the rest of the report."
"All right," says Smith, clapping his hands together. "the other thing that we have to tell you is that we have a possible base camp location. It's a walled off city we saw in our recon flight. According to the pictures that Captain Jones took, the city has a fairly stable looking port with a sizable military base right beside it." He pauses, looks around at the men, and continues. "After this meeting, we will plan our moves to take the city. Are there any questions?"
Everyone looks around at each other, no one daring to speak, that is, until Davis stands up. "What should we expect at the city when we get there?" he asks.
Smith replies in a low voice. "It is unknown at the time, the Germans could have gotten there before us and set up shop. Or it could be deserted for all we know."
"What about defensive measures?" asks Stone.
"The battleships South Carolina and North Dakota will guard the entrance to the harbor with a few of our artillery pieces, and light and heavy cruisers acting as the last line of defense in the harbor. There will be some Heavy MG emplacements and artillery on the walls, if we can find a way to get them up there. That is all for now men, report back to your ships." He ends with a sharp salute.
The rest of the men stand up from their seats and return to their stations and prepare to make headway to the city that they had spotted.
The Port
The port is silent as a grave as the ships pull into it. Troop and supply ships pull in along the docks. The port springs back to life in almost an instant; the thumps of boots as they march down gangplanks on to the stone port, and the grinding gears of cranes as they unload boxes that had weapons and ammunition in them fill the still air.
Men are mulling around bundled up in their heavy coats as the snow gently falls down around them, dusting the the area with a light white coating. They talk to friends or reading books they were able to smuggle inside their parkas. A loud voice rings through the calm atmosphere in the port.
"Atten hut!"
They drop whatever is in their hands at the moment and snap to attention. By the shore of the river, standing on old but sturdy shipping crates, is their commanding officers. They are bundled up in thick jackets as well.
"Alright men!" shouts Smith, his voice reverberating. "We are in quite the predicament as of now. We've been holding this information back, but I can not, and will not keep it from you anymore. As of our incident, we have found ourselves a world that isn't our own."
His men break out into frantic and shocked chattering. A few among them refuse to take the statement, complaining in low voices that Smith has finally lost it.
"Men," he continues. "I won't lie to you, we're in a tight spot. We are cut off from reinforcements and supplies, and we are not alone here. Intelligence from our recon flyboys have brought back some, unnerving to say the least, information on who we're dealing with. We're going to be dealing with a race of giant sapient creatures, and the Germans."
He clenches his pocketed fist as he hears the collective gasp from the men in front of him. They are trained from day one to expect the unexpected. The Germans were nothing to them, a race of monster like juggernauts that tower over them is something he wouldn't have believed if he hadn't seen the photographs.
"Quiet!" he yells in a vain attempt to reign in his men. "I said quiet!" he shouts through cupped hands. When they still didn't calm down, he pulls his gun from its holster and shots into the air.
His men flinch, their attention drawn to Smith now.
"Report to the quartermasters to receive your weapon, then I want the 1st Infantry to head east to search the southern sector of the town while the 2nd Infantry will head west to search the northern sector of the town. 4th Armored will wait here until the tanks and half tracks are unloaded, then they will join up with the rest of the men in the center of town. Keep an eye out for anything unusual. That's all. Dismissed!" With that, he salutes.
The men salute back until he lets his down, then they scatter to the winds to get ready for their mission
Smith and the other commanders look on while the 1st and 2nd Infantry either line up to get their weapons from the quartermaster, or head to where the rest of their division was gathered.
"What do you think they will find?" piped Davis.
" I don't know," Smith replies, his voice wavering ever so slightly.
They watch on as their men march through the accumulating snow into the village.
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