AN: Short chapter.
It was around Four A.M. When I was roused by the sound of someone banging on the Paladin. I grabbed the FP36, grumbling as I popped the hatch.
"Herr Rommel! It's time to eat breakfast!" Prinz Eugen greeted, and I held my hand over my eyes.
"GAHHH! ITS FUCKING BRIGHT!" I slammed the hatch shut, getting a suprised eep from Prinz Eugen.
"Hans! Stop fucking around and get out! We have things to do!" Bismarck wrenched open the hatch, climbing inside.
"Me and Prinz made you weiner schnitzel and sauerkraut. eat." She commanded, and I ate the meal, as the others came inside. I chewed thoughtfully.
"Where did you get the ingredients for this?" I chewed, and Bismarck nonchantly remarked.
"We found your wallet." I spat, sauerkraut spraying onto the table.
"Be careful! I have to clean the table, you know." Sara complained, as I wiped my mouth.
"Where in Gotte's namen did you find my wallet? It should have been-" I patted my pockets, only to find my wallet and phone missing.
"Where the hell did my phone-" I saw flashes of light and turned around, only to notice that Sara seemed to be happily watching what appeared to be a sixties rom-com on my phone. Before I could question how the hell she found it american romantic comedies on my phone, I heard the sound of someone slamming against the Paladin. I punched open the hatch, regretting it a moment later.
"OW! SCHEISSE!" I clutched my hand, pulling off my glove to see that it was throbbing red. I pushed open the hatch with my other hand, peering out to see what appeared to be a drunken man leaning on the Paladin. What appeared to be a giant mechanical broadsword was on his back, and he held a flask in hand. A blonde woman, with what appeared to be a riding crop looking at him disgustingly. Meanwhile, a silver haired man, most likely well aged, sipped from a cup of coffee, standing indifferently.
"Do you need help?" I hollered, and the man waved a drunken hand in the air.
"I'M FINE!" I watched amusingly as he stumbled onto the tank, and then frowned when he vomited onto the car parked beside us. The woman glared at him, and the old man still didn't care. As if it was a common occurence.
"Fucking... clean yourself up, and then we'll talk." I grumbled, tossing a rag at him and climbing back inside.
"Girls! We have guests!" Our new guests entered, the drunken man coming in, broadsword in hand as he fell through. Sara and Warspite shrunk away from the smell of strong alcohol, And Bismarck sniffed, and grinned, as If she could outdrink him. Prinz slipped behind Bismarck, eyes flicking to each guest. I sat down and motioned for them to do the same.
"First of all, your namen." Suprisingly, the old man responded first.
"I am Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon. And you... have cerulean eyes." I blinked, and nodded.
"The others?"
"They are my associates. Qrow Branwen and-" The woman cleared her throat.
"Glynda Goodwitch. I am a professor at Beacon, and Ozpin's... Assistant." I nodded, and went straight to the point.
"You have a offer of some sorts, I'm assuming." I took out Bundesadler and disassembled it, cleaning each piece with the same care of a child. Glynda glanced at the weapon, While Ozpin made no different reaction to it.
"My offer is for you to join Beacon." I nodded slowly, assembling the handcannon.
"What's in it for me? By all means, I could be a mercenary. Hired to shoot you all." Bundesadler snapped up quickly, and was pointed at Ozpin's head. However, Qrow now has his broadsword at my neck. The girls looked at me with varying expressions, the biggest being surprise. I chuckled.
"Nice reflexes. I'm not interested in joining as a student; If you want, I could be a combat instructor. However;" I glanced at the girls, as I mulled over what I had read in the now declassified files. They were genetically created organisms; While they were human, in some way, they had never experienced the life of a normal human.
"I'm willing to enroll the girls as students, with me as their guardian." Bismarck glared; Warspite looked away in disappointment. Sara seemed to be conflicted; and Prinz followed Bismarck's example and glared at me as well.
"My counter offer stands. I'll work as a combat instructor and as a protector of sorts. I keep all rights to the things I already have, and take full responsibility for whatever they do as students. Their equipment will stay as theirs; And you will provide transport for me to carry my panzer all the way to your academy." I grinned.
"And I expect a large paycheck." Ozpin smiled.
"I accept your terms. Welcome to Beacon."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD MAKE OUR DECISIONS BY YOURSELF!" Bismarck shouted at me, as I continued reading the files.
"As the commanding offizer of this panzer, I have the authority." I grinned, and Bismarck glared.
"You haven't done anything that would make you a offizer. The most you did was tell us to man the panzer! You don't make orders, or tactical assessments. You don't do anything!" She screamed in frusteration, and I frowned.
"Fine." I stood up, body rigidly straight as the lessons from my Vater came back to me.
legs and back straight, not a inch of space between those shoes. face calm and impassive. Loud and commanding voice.
"Schlachtschiff Bismarck!" She stood taller, and at attention.
"I order you to do something productive other than complain to help this panzer!" Bismarck's composure broke, and She walked off into the back of the tank without a word. I sighed and read over the files.
*Classified*
General Hermann Hoss of the Bundswehr
Operation: Spirits of the Past
The purpose of this operation was to create a genetically modified superhuman that would have the same firepower as a atomic era ship. The superhuman would be able to use shipbound weapons that have been minimized, with the same power of their original counterparts. Operation began in [REDACTED] on [REDACTED], by the orders of [REDACTED]. The operation met with difficulty; only female genetics were compatible, setting back the project by a few weeks. Warships Bismarck, Prinz Eugen, Saratoga and Warspite were built, while others were launched out of orbit to R3M-N4N1.
I rubbed my eyes. There was a large list of ships, that had apparently been launched to some suspiciously familiar planet.
R3M-N4N1 was chosen as the perfect battleground; Entities known to the local civilization as 'Grim' were discovered. No more contact could be made after the local civilization fired on our satellite. Units are still active.
*warning* if units are active, approach with caution. May open with hostilities.
I sighed. Military equipment going haywire was not surprising; the amount of survivors getting killed by grenades suddenly exploding or mines going off was often. Hell, sometimes rockets Bismarck doesn't fuck something up-
the sound of metal clanging against the floor made me sigh.
"Prinz, can you please go check on Bismarck and make sure she isn't hurt?" I checked my phone; 12 pm, just around afternoon. They should be here by now with some kind of transport to carry the heavy armor...
A large, ominous shadow began covering the ground.
"Huh. Is it raining?" I looked up, and saw what appeared to be a ship hovering above.
"What in Gotte's Namen..." I gulped, as the ship began to land, thudding against the concrete. A set of giant doors slid open, a ramp sliding down. And then I saw something I didn't expect.
What appeared to be a alien, with white hair and wearing a battle dress uniform walked out, a row of soldiers behind her. I jumped off, helmet, goggles, and mask on, rifle over my shoulder. I winced a bit as my feet shook from the impact, but I shook it off and walked towards her. I looked her over; She seemed like the military type, so I chose the other option.
"Offizer Hans Rommel. Commander of the Paladin." I extended my hand in greeting, and she shook it.
"Specialist Winter Schnee of the Atlasian Military. I assume you our VIP?" I nodded.
"I'll drive this panzer onto your ship. Just make sure to stay out of the way, or else you could get run over." I turned around.
"Would you like to see the panzer?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Gladly."
I climbed up, helping her up the Paladin and into it. Upon entering however, it was chaos. Bismarck and Prinz Eugen were having a fight, fists flying. Warspite was having a argument with Saratoga on the War of 1812. My files were strewn everywhere, and there was just a mess. My eye twitched, as watched the scene unfold. Winter seemed to notice, as she took a step back and covered her ears.
"WHAT IN GOTTE'S NAMEN ARE YOU DOING?! CLEAN THIS PANZER AND MAKE IT PRESENTABLE! SCHNELL!" I screamed, jarring all four of them as they scrambled to clean the mess. I sighed, and motioned for Winter to take a seat.
"Wait here. Sara will come and give you something to drink. I took Sara aside and had her go to work, and turned around to get in the driver's seat. I keyed the ignition, the Paladin roaring as it startled the row of soldiers guarding the panzer. I drove the panzer up the ramp, startling the crew of the ship as a metal behemoth went into it's bay. I killed the engine and returned, to find everything returned to it's original positions. Sara offered me a cup of tea, which I accepted. I pulled of my mask and took a deep sip.
Brewed to perfection.
"Alright girls! best to get your rigging! Your school experience begins!" I grinned, and Bismarck tossed a can of what appeared to be beer at me. The can bounced off my helmet, and landed in my hand. I frowned.
"Schlachtschiff Bismarck." Bismarck turned around, as the others walked ahead of her.
"What?" I examined the can, rolling it between my hand.
"Where did you find alcohol?" I questioned, and Bismarck gave me a deer in the headlights look. I sighed and facepalmed.
"Give me the alcohol."
"Nein."
"Bismarck, technically you're a student and I'm a teacher. give me the alcohol."
"Nein."
"Bismarck, as your Commanding Offizer, I order you to give me all alcoholic drinks you have in your posession."
"Nein."
I threw my hands up in frusteration.
"Fine. Don't drink it on campus. And don't give it to any of the other students." Bismarck brightened.
"Ja." I waved her off, turning around to talk to my esteemed guest.
"Do you speak german?" Winter looked at me, confused.
"German?" I cleared my throat.
"sprechen Sie Deutsch?"
"Ja." I nodded, jotting down notes.
"Deustch or Englisch?"
"Deutsch ist gut, danke."
"Wie viele Jahre haben Sie dienen?"
"Acht." I nodded, jotting down more notes.
"Gut. Das ist alles." I sorted my notes and put them away, smiling at the specialist.
"How about you show me around your ship, Ja?"