Winter's ship landed us at Beacon, the Paladin roaring out of the bay of the ship, With me on top of the panzer, remniscent of a Prussian offizer observing a battlefield after a great victory. I looked around, Noticing the awed looks of students as I roared down the street. I was soaking in the attention when the Paladin suddenly stopped, causing me to nearly slip. Specialist Winter looked amused, as she caught me just in time.
"Danke, Frau Schnee." I heard a sound of outrage below, and looked down to see what appeared to be a girl that reminded me of Winter.
"Sister of yours?" I questioned, and Winter nodded.
"That is my sister, Weiss Schnee." I looked confusedly.
"You mean Weiss Schnee." I said, pronouncing the W in german, making it sound like Veiss.
"Nein. Weiss." Winter looked irritated, and I shut up after that.
"Ja, ja. Weiss Schnee." I looked down, only to notice that Weiss had somehow managed to get up here quickly with what appeared to be glyphs.
"WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS?!" I screamed, as Weiss jumped up to the turret, glare visible on her face.
"Urm, I can explain-" I stuttered, tripping over the hatch and falling in.
"NEEEEEEEEEEIN!" I screamed, and crashed into the crew compartment.
"Great fall." Bismarck commented, checking her rigging for final checks before moving for the hatch.
"Wait!" I panted, stopping them.
"What?" I grinned.
"If you find any cute boys, bring them to me first. I'll be the judge of things." Prinz huffed, and opened the bay doors, leaving with the others. In their place, five Atlasian marines came in.
"Sir! we are under orders from General Ironwood to man your tank, Sir!" The lead and most likely senior marine shouted, and I nodded. I looked over to see his rank, and saw that he had been a recently promoted Sergeant.
"It's panzer, not tank Sergeant. Now get your men in line and get this panzer moving." He nodded, and began yelling orders as the rest of his men scrambled to get to work. I shut the doors and climbed up the ladder to the top of the panzer, only to get a earful of shouting.
"What do you mean, he's a asset? He's a danger to all the students on campus!"
"He has combat skills that are possibly better than mine, Weiss. Ozpin hired him to be your new combat instructor." I continued climbing, stopping to tug my mask back on. I came out, and looked at Weiss. She looked to be around eighteen; while the same age as me, she had no idea of the true horrors the lay in life.
"If you would like, dear Weiss, We can spar right here." My hand rested on a bundswehr knife, as I depolarized my goggles, revealing my eyes filled with mirth.
"Or if you want to back down, you always can." I noticed Weiss getting more and more indignant, and she drew her rapier.
"Wow there. Calm down. No fighting on the Paladin." I pointed down at the ground.
"There's the grounds. You can go first." Weiss accepted, jumping down. Bundesadler snapped up in my right hand, and I fired a round right past Weiss Schnee's pretty little head. Weiss turned around slowly, eyes full of disbelief.
"Rule number Eins: Never accept anything on the terms of the enemy." I fired a shot again, Weiss dodging the round.
"Rule number Zwei: Never stay in the same spot." I slid Bundesadler back into it's holster and attached a bundswehr knife to the G-86 rifle, and jumped down.
"And finally, Rule number Drei: Never underestimate your enemy." the cylinder on her rapier that I thought had just been a decoration suddenly moved, and I hit the deck.
"Scheisse! Das ist kuhscheisseI" I felt chunks of concrete shower me, And adrenaline kicked in. The Gewehr 86 rifle snapped up, and barked, 7.62mm rounds slamming into her aura. Weiss had a panicked expression on her face; her aura had never been shattered before. I got to my feet and charged, bayonet stopping just inches from her neck.
"Yield?" Weiss dropped to her knees, and I slung my rifle over my shoulder again.
"Good fight. But don't let your arrogance overtake you." I heard the sound of movement and took out a bundswehr knife just in time to deflect a rapier blade. I grinned, and disarmed her blade.
"Seems you are learning quickly." I tossed her rapier to Specialist Winter, who caught it in surprise.
"Keep trying. I have faith." I patted her head, and walked back towards the panzer. I climbed up to the turret and gestured for Specialist Winter to join her sister, before jumping down the hatch.
"Sergeant! why is this panzer not moving?!"
"Sir! we'll get right on it, sir!" I nodded, and the panzer rumbled to life. The Paladin roared for a few minutes and stopped right before what appeared the be the main tower. The building resembled a rook from a chess piece; And it seemed structurally sound.
"Sergeant. Watch the Paladin. I'll go up myself." He nodded, and went back to work. I climbed out of the hatch, ignoring all of the seemingly confused students. I walked towards the tower, and noticed what seemed to be a elevator of some sort. I entered, and lost my footing as the elevator shot up all the way. I got to my feet, and watched as the elevator slowed down, and stopped. The door slid open, and I entered what appeared to be a giant office. A tall man, who held the air and confidence of a officer stood by the desk, Winter standing at attention next to him. Meanwhile, Ozpin sat at the desk, Glynda next to him. The General came to greet me.
"My name is General James Ironwood. I am the commander of the Atlasian Military and the headmaster of Atlas Academy. I assume you have already met my aide, Winter?" I nodded.
"I look foward to working with her soon." James raised a eyebrow; My face was blushing a tad bit, but he couldn't tell due to my mask and goggles covering my face. I shifted my footing, and Winter looked away most likely in mortification. Ozpin cleared his throat.
"Back to the topic at hand. Hans, as you may know, is not from Remnant." James looked somewhat surprised; Everyone else was not.
"Although I didn't say anything about my origins, Ja. I am a foreigner to these lands."
"Then where are you from?" Ironwood questioned, and I nodded.
"I am from a country called Germany, on a continent known as Europe. My planet is known as Earth, or Terra." I took a deep breath.
"War engulfed the entire world, causing a nuclear exchange-" I was stopped by Ironwood.
"Sorry. What is 'nuclear'?" I nodded.
"Imagine, you have a atom. By splitting this atom, you can create a massive explosion, which can cause radioactive fallout." Ironwood looked horrified; I could tell why.
"Why in the world would you do such a thing?" I looked at him again.
"General, there are no 'Grim' on Earth. All fauna had been conquered or overpowered, causing us barely any harm. And so, we decided to harm ourselves. Have you had any major wars?" The General once again nodded.
"Yes, the Great War of Remnant. It involved all kingdoms and caused the end of the old kingdom of Mantle." I breathed out. The concept of war was somewhat familiar.
"Earth has had three Great Wars; All ended in the massive end of lives." The General scoffed.
"How many?"
"At least over a few billion." The General choked, including Ozpin.
"The third Great War caused the end of everything from nuclear ordnance everywhere. The United States, The Russian Federation, and the People's Republic of China were the major powers; They destroyed each other. Nuclear weapons were launched everywhere, and as the radiation fell across the soil, men shot each other through the confusion. Not many countries still exist on Earth; the only safe haven was Switzerland. It was the only country untouched by wars due to it's neutrality. I trekked across Germany; heading towards Switzerland. However, the radiation has warped many of the creatures that inhabited Earth; making them mutated abominations." I looked at them for a reaction; and Glynda was the first to speak.
"What happened to your parents?" I choked a bit; I still hadn't gotten over it.
"Mein Vater, Karl Rommel, died while serving with the funfzwanzig panzergruppen. Mein Mutter died from conventional/ bombing by the Russian Airforce. The war reached to the point that they had to draft; And so, I was drafted to take command of my father's old unit. Frank was gunned down by enemy fire. Jerry shot himself. Kristoff was shot while trying to calm down panicked survivors. Viktor died in my arms, wishing to see the girl he left behind again. The government broke down from the toll of war; And I was the only one left in my unit. Everyone else left to return to their families, or to try their luck out in the wastelands." I ended my conversation, and looked at Ozpin.
"Is that all?" Ozpin nodded.
"Glynda here will guide you to your new classroom. Please make sure the students do not act to rashly." I nodded, and began walking to the elevator. Glynda stepped in first, and pressed the button. As we went down again, Glynda began a conversation.
"I assume you know what aura is, yes?" I nodded.
"I don't have it." She nodded slowly.
"Understandable. Would you like me to activate it for you?" I nodded.
"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality-" I tuned it out, as memories flashed by me. Getting ice cream with my father, doing chores with my mother, the feeling of the lips of a girl I kissed in 7th grade, Me in college as the news of war broke out, attending my father's funeral as his body came back home, my mother gone in my arms-
I snapped back to reality, feeling the elevator stop.
"Are you okay?" Glynda looked at me, worried.
"I feel... Invigorated." I looked at Glynda and smiled.
"Now I just need to know what the hell it is I can do." As we walked towards the building, I tried as many different things as I could; they all ended up in failure. My stomache grumbled, and I remembered that I didn't eat anything yet, save for Bismarck and Prinz Eugen's Weiner schnitzel and sauerkraut.
And... What the fuck. I was now holding a plate of weiner schnitzel in one hand, and sauerkraut in the other.
"What the fick-" I adjusted my balance to hold both plates. Glynda looked perplexed, hand moving up to adjust her glasses.
"I would advise not to use any offensive language in my presence, Mr. Rommel."
"It's Herr Rommel."
"I would care less. However, It seems that you have unlocked your semblance." I shifted around, and thought a bit. If I could generate anything ,then what I could I not generate?
Oh shit-
"Rommel, What in the world do you think" A Mercedes-Benz G800 materialized, and I laughed.
"So much power... I could create anything." I started to shake, and then I felt a hard slap on my face.
"Danke. I need that." I shook to clear my head, and continued to follow Glynda.
"This, is your class." She opened the door and stepped in, and I followed suit. The students inside were rowdy; Glynda cleared her throat several times, and it got zero reaction.
"It's fine Frau Glynda, I shall handle this." She nodded and took a step back, and I drew Bundesadler and fired into the air. Everyone scrambled backwards to their seats, and I nodded to Glynda.
"Students. This is your new combat instructor. While he may not look much, He is definitely stronger than you think."
"YOU!" I faltered, when I realized who it was.
Schiesse. Weiss Schnee.
"Ja, ja. Hallo to you to, Frau Weiss." I remarked, and what I assumed to be her teammates tried to calm her down. At least, two of her teammates. I inwardly cursed as I saw a red blur stop in front of me.
"Oh my god, You're the one from the dust store! I always wanted to know what kind of weapon it was. Does it use dust rounds? Ifnotthenwhatkindofcaliberdoesituse? Can I try it? please?"
"Maybe later. For now, take a seat." She pouted, but zipped back to her seat as I got my thoughts together.
"Alright. Do you all have any experience?" a burly teenager, balancing on the back of his chair spoke up, with a somewhat obvious air of arrogance.
"Obviously. Better than yours, at least." His teammates laughed, until Bundesadler snapped up, and shot the back left leg of his chair, causing him to topple over.
"Rule number Drei! Frau Weiss, please remind the class what Rule number Drei is." Weiss puffed up, an answered.
"Never underestimate your enemy." I nodded.
"Ja, ja. Gut. Now, kinder, what is your namen?" The boy had gotten back to his feet, and was undoubtedly pissed.
"It's Cardin. Cardin Winchester." I nodded.
"Gut. Cardin, you and I shall spar." He had a snarl on his face.
"Bring it."
"Starting from now." Bundesadler snapped up and shot him, shaving his head and destroying his aura.
"Rule number Eins: never accept anything on the terms of the enemy." I holstered Bundesadler and continued.
"Now, to continue my previous question on experience; have you ever taken lives before?" Glynda was long gone by then, So I had no worries there. A blonded haired boy piped up.
"Why would we have to take lives? We only fight the Grim." My reply came quick.
"Don't be daft. The biggest monsters in life is humanity itself." I looked at everyone, their eyes meeting my goggles.
"Someday, you will have to fight against not the Grim; but a man. Wether it's faunus or human, you will have to fight." I took out a bundswehr knife and spun it around, before pointing it at the students.
"And they are not as mindless as the Grim. They will utilize everything they have to stop you, to crush you, to destroy you and everything you love." The door swung open, and I noticed Bismarck, Prinz Eugen, Warspite, and Saratoga rush in, faces red from embarassment.
"And it seems we have our first canidates. Bismarck, you shall spar with..." I looked around, and then noticed something.
What the hell was Blake doing here? At a school of all places? I shook my head, and continued.
"Goldie over there." I walked over to Bismarck and whispered into her ear.
"Gut luck. I'm cheering for you. Make our country proud." She nodded, and walked off to get into her rigging. Goldie walked to get her equipment, which I noted was mostly melee; All I saw was a pair of gauntlets.
"Use everything you have. Match ends when aura enters into red, Or when one of you have to go to the infirmary." They both nodded, and It began. Their names flickered onto a screen; Bismarck on the left, and Yang Xiao Long on the right.
"Begin." Bismarck aimed her 38cm cannons at Yang, who did not expect that the cannons would actually work.
"Fire!" Yang was blasted by cannon artillery, and her aura took quite a hit. As well as part of the floor. I facepalmed.
"Bismarck, please try to tone down your firepower. And Yang, Rule number Zwei: Never stay stay in the same spot. Continue." Yang's eye color had changed; It was a vicious red. I took a step back.
"What the fick-" I had no time to answer, as Yang ran foward, and Bismarck's secondary armament and AA guns came to life, filling the area with lead. Yang charged valiantly; Bismarck simply just had too much firepower on her. I watched as Yang began to slow down, and looked up to see her aura had just entered red.
"Cease fire!" I barked, and Bismarck stopped, Yang collapsing.
"Gut try, Yang. But running straight into gunfire is a sure way to die." I helped her up, and she walked back to her seat, head hung in shame. I couldn't blame her; her ego had just taken a massive hit.
"Let's see; next shall be; I looked around, and saw what appeared to be snoring students. Especially one Cardin. I tossed a stun grenade at him, and it woke him up; while also making him cover his eyes.
"Cardin Winchester! you shall spar with Warspite. Warspite, give him no quarter." She nodded, and Cardin stumbled on stage. Cardin's aura had recovered somewhat; Warspite simply sat in what appeared to be a throne that grew out of the ground, and she sat, her rather impressive rigging poised for battle.
"Begin!" Cardin charged with his mace, and Warspite scoffed.
"Barbarian." Warspite blasted Cardin with 15 inch guns, the explosion knocking him out of the arena, his aura nearly gone.
"Gut." The bell rung, and I glanced up at the clock.
"Class dismissed." _
I was walking to the cafeteria, and noticed the blond boy from earlier getting harrassed by none other than Cardin Winchester. I marched up to him, and his teammates noticed and tried to get his attention from his impending doom. I grabbed his arm, twisting it away from the boy.
"Nein! You do not pick on the weak; the weak will not make you strong. However, the weak will become stronger than you and crush you like a bug. If you want a stronger opponent, I will gladly beat in a lesson." Cardin panicked, and tried to get out of my grasp.
"Boy;" I looked at his chest, and saw what appeared to be a name sticker that read Jaune.
"Jaune. Go off and enjoy your day. Cardin here appears to need to take a visit to Frau Glynda." At this, Cardin panicked, and tried to get away. I let go, watching with amusement as he scrambled off, teammates in tow.
"Well, it seems that he won't be bothering you anytime soon." I decided to use my semblance, and generated a fairly old yet reliable weapon; a G43. I tossed it at him and he caught it, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Use it for your battles. Always keep a ranged weapon on you." I depolarized and winked, before turning around and walking into the cafeteria. Upon opening it, I saw many students; and many things to eat. I noticed one of the other professors wave me over, and went to take a seat. A potbellied man smacked my back in greeting, and began talking.
"Ah! Hans, was it? Welcome to Beacon! My name is Peter Port, but you can just call me Peter. Over there is Bartholomew Oobleck. He prefers to be called Bart." I waved my hand in greeting, and recieved a blur of a wave. I looked over, and noticed what appeared to be Specialist Winter and Frau Glynda glaring at each other, while everyone else avoided them. I pulled off my mask, goggles and helmet, setting them aside.
"Ah! So there is a man inside all that equipment!" I concentrated, and saw to my delight what I made.
Fanta. glorious, wonderful Fanta. I took a greedy sip, and looked around left and right, making sure Neo was not around to take it once again. I was about to take a sip again when the bottle was wrenched from my hands, and I saw Neo, wearing a Beacon school uniform draining the bottle, and then blowing a kiss before leaving.
"FICKEN-" She kept fucking appearing wherever I was, stealing my fucking shit. Peter looked more amused than anything else; his reply made it even worse.
"Ahh, Young love. Why, I remember back in my day-" He continued to go on and on, of tales of grandeur and legend. I looked around, and saw what appeared to be Cardin pulling the ears of another student. Bart looked at where I was looking at, and sighed.
"I had hoped that the newer generation could change the decades of racism, but it appears that isn't the case." He glanced over and sighed.
"As professors, we aren't allowed to do much action-" I stood up, and began to walk over. I reached behind me, pulling out a stun grenade; not that he knew much, considering my hand covered the recognizable tag on it.
"Cardin Winchester!" I shouted, and he turned. I walked up to him, and held my hand in the air. Everyone saw the item in my hand and scrambled backwards. Cardin tried too, but I grabbed him by the ear before he could.
"DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO BE PULLED ON THE EARS?! ANSWER ME!" I screamed in my offizer voice, and Cardin gave the wrong answer.
"GAH! STOP! IT HURTS!" I slapped him with the grenade in my hand, effectively punching him.
"I SAID, DOES IT FEEL GOOD CADET?!" He finally gave me the right answer.
"SIR, NO SIR!" I nodded.
"THEN WHY THE HELL YOU PULLING HER EAR FOR?!" He gave me probably the answer that probably answered why Blake had joined the White Fang.
"SHE'S A FAUNUS, SIR!" I paused; I still wasn't used to such racism yet. Especially considering racism had become practically non existent after the war.
"WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE'S HALF A FUCKING ANIMAL? SHE'S STILL HAVE HUMAN, AND GODDAMNIT, I WILL BEAT THE EVERLIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU DON'T UNHAND HER NOW!" Cardin gingerly let go, and I dragged him off.
"YOU ARE A FUCKING DISGRACE TO YOUR FAMILY; HELL, YOUR FUCKING GREAT GRANDMOTHER WOULD LOOK AT YOU IN DISAPPOINTMENT! FROM NOW ON, IF I ASK YOU A QUESTION, I EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER IT WITHOUT SOME BULLSHIT ANSWER AND TO SAY YES SIR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He nodded.
"SIR! YES SIR!" I grinned.
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other." I tossed him a few bucks and turned around.
"Go buy that girl a lunch. Make it up to her."
"Yes sir!" He scrambled off, and I walked back into the cafeteria. Glynda looked at me like I had grown a second head, Winter looked indifferent, Bart looked somewhat troubled and Peter had somehow managed to relate the earlier incident to some other story. I sighed and sat down, generating another Fanta that simply got nabbed before I could react.
"Fuck this. I'm gonna go shoot the breeze." I put my equipment back on and walked off, And noticed Neo trailing after me. I sighed.
"What do you want, Neo?" She tapped her Parasol against the floor, and I realized that it actually had a meaning; morse code.
Just walking with you.
"while that's nice of you, I'd rather not walk with a girl that tried to stab the everloving shiesse out of me." She frowned; and tapped again.
I didn't kill you now, did I?
"Well, obviously. But It's unnerving to walk with someone who attempted to murder you." she tapped again; I had some trouble remembering everything off the top of my head.
I lost my job; so now you're my boss. Also, give me a ice cream.
I sighed and generated a Neapolitan ice cream bar, and handed it to her. She sucked on it happily- Errr, ate it happily as she continued walking with me down the path towards the range. The range appeared to be a stainless steel room, about fifty meters wide. I opened the door, Neo following behind. She shut the door behind me, and I turned around; she simply tilted her head in confusion, and I sighed.
"Stop scaring me like that." She giggled and skipped ahead of me, disappearing around the corner. I followed her, reaching the field. I noticed that Neo was there, pouting at Ruby who had what appeared to be a oversized rifle aimed at Neo. Oh shit. I forgot to tell Ruby that Neo was-
I rushed foward, trying to stop the impending doom.
"Stop stop stop!" Ruby's rifle had fired by surprise, lack of trigger discipline hitting me in the chest.
"Urk-" While my aura and armor protected me, It felt like i tanked a large caliber round straight to the chest at sonic speeds. I groggily tried to get up, Neo at my side as she glared at Ruby, who looked panicked and apologetic.
"Ohmygod! Are you okay Mr. Rommel? I thought that she was a enemy and I didn't know that shehadthatkindofrelationwithyou-" She blabbered on, as I tried to regain my footing. Neo helped me up, which was somewhat surprising, considering her attempts to kill me the other day. I made a plactating gesture.
"It's fine, Ruby. Just didn't expect that much recoil. Was that a fifty caliber round?" Ruby beamed, incident completely forgotten.
"It's a fifty caliber dust round! I have them specially made for my rifle." I nodded, and drew my Gewehr 86 rifle. I pulled the bayonet off, putting it back into it's sheath before taking aim.
"Mine uses 7.62mm rounds, and fires from a 30 round magazine." I fired it downrange, hitting the target and tearing a few good holes in it. I handed my rifle to Neo to hold, and closed my eyes and concentrated. I opened my eyes to see exactly what I hoped for; a fifty caliber Barrett AMR. Ruby looked in awe; the craftsmanship of the gun and design was rather well made. I generated a magazine of HE rounds, and loaded it into the magazine holder.
"This rifle packs enough punch to blast apart most enemies. When equipped with HE rounds, it's a completely different story." I breathed out and took aim, the round blowing up the target, sending flecks of chipped wood everywhere.
"What else would you like to see?" I asked, and her eyes shined.
"What kind of weapons came from your country?" I sighed. This was going to be a long day._
After a long grueling period of showing Ruby and everyone else that came into the range of Germany's long history of firearms, I collapsed, exhausted in my room, Neo sitting in a chair and looking out the window. I pulled off my equipment, and looked out of the window towards the city of Vale. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the buildings. I took a glance at my watch; 0630. Neo had fallen asleep, curled up on the chair. I picked her up and tucked her into the bed, going out to visit Team Bespwin (BSPW) and make sure things were fine after I enrolled them. At least, I would have, had I not heard a irritated scream of no and watched Jaune scramble down the hallway, looking dejected. He mumbled something as he shambled down the hallway, and I was filled with pity.
"Rejected?" I asked, and he nodded.
"I don't get why she won't love me..." He looked down at his feet, face full of depression. I remembered how Pyrrha had been awfully close to him, and smiled.
"Plenty of fish in the sea, kinder. Perhaps the one you love is closer than you think." I grinned, and patted his back. Pyrrha came rushing around the corner, no doubt looking for her partner.
"And here she is." I pulled him closer and whispered to his ear.
"Keep your friends close, and those you love closer. For someday, it might save them from their deaths." I pushed him into Pyrrha and turned around, continuing to head to team Bespwin's dorm. Upon reaching however, I had a internal argument on if I should go in; It sounded like they were having a argument of some sort. I turned the knob of the door and opened it quietly, peering inside. What appeared to be a tv was flickering as what appeared to be a FPS game ran, and the screen was split between four players. For some reason, however, Warspite's character appeared to be winning; She was way ahead of the other three players, by around twenty kills. Bismarck came second, using what appeared to be a multi-barreled grenade launcher and bombing everyone. She was eventually shot by Warspite, who was using a fifty caliber AMR. Prinz Eugen was pouting as she came last, and Saratoga sighed as she came third place. I coughed into my hand, only to see Warspite jerk around suddenly, eyes wide open.
"Umm... Did I do something wrong?" I questioned, and Warspite scrambled backwards to sit properly and sip tea. I looked on in confusion, as everyone else rushed to move.
"Why are you all doing this?" They looked at me, and I continued.
"You are studentin; I would not care as much. How was your first day?" I questioned and sat down, accepting a cup of coffee from Sara. Prinz excitedly spoke up.
"We got launched into a forest!" I nearly spat out my coffee and began coughing, and cleared my throat.
"There was this giant scorpion thing-" I could feel a migrane coming on.
"It wasn't much. Bismarck blew it apart with one salvo." I facepalmed; Their firepower was excessive.
"Afterwards, a huge horde of beowolves swarmed us, but our AA guns and secondary armaments destroyed them within a matter of seconds." Bismarck commented, and I gave a blank look.
"At least we passed with flying colors! This calls for celebration!" Prinz finished, and I facepalmed.
"Did you perhaps forget 'limited supplies'? Using excessive firepower isn't always going to work!" I argued, and Warspite lazily waved a hand in my direction.
"Your semblance can fix that for us."
"Wait, when did you-"
"In the cafeteria, you were materializing drinks from nowhere. I made a wild guess. You reaction proved it."
"Just because I can keep summoning ammunition doesn't mean you should abuse it!" I replied, getting a bit agitated as I thought of all the power and effort I would have to do in summoning the exact sized shell for each of their different cannons, not including all the aircraft, both old and modern, that Saratoga was most likely going to want to try and launch off. And considering Prinz Eugen's curiosity with modern german armaments, I really didn't want to give her control over harpoon and VLS missiles, including the helicopter deck. Warspite attempted to win with a somewhat logical answer.
"But as our Commanding Officer, wouldn't you want assured victory?" She said, and I gulped. While that was true, I still couldn't deal with this.
"Umm... Nein! Victory should be assured not only by superior weaponry, but by experience!" I nodded, assuring myself. lan
"Experience makes everything! Therefore, you are to exterminate any large Grim excursions as training exercises under my orders!" I nodded again, and shuffled towards the door.
"Meeting over!" I bailed out, slamming the door behind me and walking hurriedly back to my room before they reacted. I dashed into my room, slamming it shut behind me. Neo had her eyes wide open, and was glaring at me as I realized why; she had just finished taking a shower, and was about to change when I busted in. I gave a nervous smile, and took step after step backwards.
"Neo, we can talk about this. C'mon, we're friends, right?" She stepped closer, and I panicked.
"Neo, as your employer, I order you to stop." She ignored the threat, walking closer and closer.
"For God's sake, use your fucking semblance before the towel-" The towel slid down in a comical way, and I turned around and dove out the doorway.
"Nein. Nein. Nein." I looked away from the doorway, hearing it slam shut behind me. I sat there for around a minute until the door opened, and I was pulled inside. Neo seemed to be in a pair of pajamas, and gestured for me to take a seat. I sat down on the queen sized bed, and she turned on the television. What appeared was somewhat disturbing.
"A terrorist attack occurred in Vale City Center, estimating in about three hundred casualties. Dave is at the scene with a hands on report. Dave?"
"Vera, I'm currently at the scene of the massacre. The death toll keeps rising, and many more cannot be found." my hand looked for something to hold on, and I grasped Neo's hand tightly. I continued staring at the screen, as images of broken bodies, corpses filled with holes, and images of singed flesh filled my mind.
2017, Frankfurt, Germany
War had been declared, and Vater had been sent to the frontlines. I knew he wasn't coming back; a Offizer came to our house and we were delivered a purple heart, I knew he was gone. Mother had been devastated; She fell into depression, and I tended around the house.
That was when the bombings began.
I heard the planes before the Air raid siren; the scream of the engines could be heard, as I heard missiles fire off. Mother had gone off somewhere; the jets luckily didn't bomb my district. However, I heard the bombs get dropped at the city center. When I went there, it was carnage; rubble everywhere, as the broken bodies of people came into view. survivors trying to pull apart the debris, searching for their loved ones.
And there she was.
I scrambled towards the rubble, pulling apart brick after brick, and pulled her out of there.
She wasn't breathing.
My breath heavy, my eyes became prinpricks as I stared at the corpse of my now dead mother. Then everything faded to black...