Disclaimer: Halo and the Wolfenstein series DO NOT belong to me. They're owned by their respective owners and the only thing to my name is possible OC's and this story.
Author's note: For this work, any foreign language that is untranslated in this work will be typed into Google Translate and pasted here. I won't pretend I know German so proper writing of these languages is not to be expected. Also noticed how I put über soldat in the story's summary instead of the regular name supersoldaten. Also, that the name is plural, singular would be supersoldat. Changed that for consistency.
This would be my first time writing combat and I'm proud for what I came up with. If there are suggestions or improvements in that area please do list them. Keep them to constructive criticisms and we'll have no problems.
Decided to lower the difficulty to Bring'em on, or was it Bring it on, instead of Über. It was fun, but it's slow and became more frustrating than fun when a nazi soldier suddenly appears out of thin air and empties a full mag into your non-existent armor and health. Just like deer, whenever you see one there's two more waiting.
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"Internal monologue"
"Regular speech"
"Foreign language translated"
The doors gave a whine as the lock disengaged. A Step closer to Anya. A large buzz sounded from the from the speakers above the door alerting his presence to the dead bodies of Nazis, patients, and staff in the Asylum. B.J.'s asylum jacket was covered in blood though it belonged to the Nazis' which suited him just fine. Before strolling up to the entrance, Blazkowicz peeked through the windows. Four guards excluding Keller surrounded Anya in the courtyard in front of car that looked like a armored up Mercedes-Benz W31 type G4. The courtyard had a large fountain in the middle surrounded the dirt driveway with four concrete separated segments filled with gardens, at the other side stood the Courtyard gate.
He flicked his rifle into fully automatic, grabbed the handle of the door, and breached. The burst meant for Keller was caught by one of guards instead when the coward used him as a shield. The guard towards the rear of the vehicle swiftly pushed Anya away having her hit her head against the car, unconscious. Same guard received a burst in the head for his trouble. The captain took cover behind one of the pillars supporting the roof of the porch. Gunfire from one guard whittled it down with while the other guard slid across the hood, getting behind cover. Second guard in place fired controlled bursts at the pillar while the first turned to get to his cover. Blazkowicz crouched closer to the ground and peered to the left. Taking out the first guards right leg in a burst and finished him off as soon as he landed.
"Bastard!"
The last guard crouched behind the engine, out of the American's sight. Pressing the advantage, the captain vaulted over the porch fence and flanked the back of the vehicle. To meet the helmet of the last guard. Shoving the Nazi's gun, lead flying into the sky, Blazkowicz pulled his earned Nazi knife out it's holster and shoved the blade through the Nazi's throat. A gurgle came out of him before shoving the dead body off. Blazkowicz exhanged his first kill's rifle and peered around his surroundings. No sign of Keller.
Must have ran off, but to be sure. Blazkowicz pulled the clip out and ensured it's full and reinserted it. He grabbed a few more magazines along with a grenade as he scoured the courtyard for the bastard when an armored car bashed through the courtyard gate and stopped near the Mercedes look-alike. Blazkowicz took cover behind one of the elevate garden, shouldered his rifle, and waited. The APC's roof opened with whirr and with a pop, ejected a metal object in the air that bobed once and expanded revealing a small crate sized object with a glowing eye, two thrusters, and a prong underneath. Blazkowicz unloaded half a magazine into it before it could cause any trouble and changed positions viewing the driver side of the APC and waited. The door opened and the driver hoped out shouldering his rifle.
A burst went into his stomach and then into his throat. Two more pops sounded off along with a whine of hinges on the passenger side. The captain primed his grenade and lobed it over the APC and shifted his attention on the drones. The first drone took a round the wrong way leading to its explosion.
"SHIT!"
The large boom and resounding cries almost brought a small smile to B.J.'s face as he inserted a new magazine. The other drone finished expanding and locked onto the hostile. The drone thrusted to its right, evading the first burst. The prong underneath returning laser fire. Blazkowicz threw himself to the right and sprinted to a next piece of cover heading closer to the gate. Sizzling of dirt reached his ears as he made his second step.
Vaulting over another garden, he aimed another quick burst into the drone. The second burst missed it as it shifted to its left. It aggressively charged forward over his cover to burn him to a crisp.
"Speaking of crisps."
A pained groan sounded off to his behind his right, revealing the passenger fried as one; but alive. Idea in mind, the captain sprinted along his cover towards the over-cooked soldier and grabbed the Nazi and brought him over his front. The drone stoped and hovered in place as if puzzled. Blazkowicz unloaded whatever was left in the magazine into the machine before it could decide. Its thrusters and light sputtered then died, crashing in the ground.
"Still just a machine."
The American shrugged the soon to be corpse off him and stood up. Inserted a new magazine and put a round in the dying soldiers head. A tired sigh left his lips.
"Lord, I didn't train to be an Olympic sprinter. Tell me I don't have any more running to do?" B.J. whispered to the red sky. The deactivated drone erupted into a small explosion, flames licking at the air off its carcass. Blazkowicz turned on his heel to grab Anya.
"Amen."
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"I said drop it! Now!" The lone Nazi soldier pointed his rifle at the giant. His attire was a dark grey bordering black fatigues and armor. Kneepads, a chest plate displaying an white Eagle, two large shoulder pauldrons with their own respective white Swastika, and helmet with a mask. The two black lenses covered his eyes, but the trembling of the barrel said it all. He was afraid.
Hans was just trying to grab a nice cup of Kaffee and maybe flirt with the waitress a little bit. He didn't expect a green blur to land in the middle of Berlin and pull a gun out as it was in a war zone. He'd already called in for reinforcements as he shouldered his rifle. Breath in, exhale.
"Identify yourself!" Tone steeled, brokering no argument.
Whatever resolve quickly evaporated as he saw his own face staring back, craning his neck to properly look at it's face. Is it a supersoldat?! It certainly had the amor for it and is large as one. Only the Great German Empire can create such awe inspiring soldaten. His blood froze. Oh gott... and here he is attempting to arrest a one. Clicking his heels together, back rim rod straight, barrel resting against his left shoulder, and stabing his right hand to the heavens above. It would make his drill instructor proud.
"Pardon me for my insolence, Sir!" and left it at that. The man didn't dare flinch under the giants gaze. Fear would not be tolerated. It brought its rifle behind its back, a subtle clank as it stayed in place. That's another thing, the rifle was a different model from the ones issued to the common infantry. Another look at him now, why was it painted green? For camouflage? In Berlin? Then that Golden visor and along with a bold 117? Is it a robo-
"Where am I?" Definitely not a robot.
"Berlin, Sir!" He didn't dare budge.
"As in Germany? On Earth?" The Nazi blinked. Never question your superiors, obedience is demanded. Respect given.
"Yes, Sir!" Wait... can supersoldaten even talk? Hans never heard one speak before.
"What happened?"
"Sir?"
"What happened with the Created?" The Created?
"I don't understand, Sir. We've been at peace for years. Berlin free of undesirables, the rest of the world protected and cared for by our leader. Heil Hitler!"
The supersoldat's silence weighed heavy in the air. He said the wrong thing didn't he... what is going to happen? He isn't going to kill him, is he? No, no, no, he didn't do anything wrong! He's doing his required service, saving money for college! Doing his patrols, follow orders, and arrest the occasional deviant! It was suppose to be easy! He didn't deserve thi-
"ReD dUke baJe laosoIwnQsB." The shock was hidden behind the mask as the man's - no thing's voice fragmented and dissolved to gibberish. The infantryman slowly released his stance, taking steps back. Every soldier in the Reich spoke fluent German, with the exception being a mute that is in the supersoldaten case. If it's a robot, the AI is malfunctioning. Either way, it's a threat. Shouldering his rifle, the giant visibly tensed.
"UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE THIRD REICH, LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS, AND PREPARE FOR YOUR ARREST!"
What happened in the next two seconds was surreal. His vision was overtaken by a green blur and sudden feeling of weightlessness. As soon as the blur came, it was gone before hearing the scraping of steel on asphalt. A dazed sky filled his view along with killer headache. Why was it so hard to breath? Why does every breath hurt too?
An officer came into view screaming gibberish at the man, turned his head away and spoke more gibberish pointing somewhere else. Not his problem, he'll just lay there and close his eyes. That sounds rather nice...
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"Ich sagte, lass es! Jetzt!"
"Translate it and develop one for myself." Shutting the microphone off allowing only the A.I. can hear. A rifle barrel at his peripheral edge of his vision.
"On it, Chief. But I'll need more." A slow subtle shift to his right. Don't need to start a firefight.
"You don't know German?" Another shift.
"What's a German?" That... actually made sense. The weapon was essentially a child event wise. She didn't even know what the Banished was until she was essentially thrown into firefights against them.
"Identifizieren Sie sich!" Putting the lone soldier in his HUD's cross hairs didn't seem to do anything for the man, if the trembling of his person was any indication. A green hollow bar took a portion of the Hud's center as it progressively filled. The gray man went into motion, causing the Chief to momentarily tense and relax as the man went into parade rest.
"Verzeihen Sie mir my insolence, Sir!" Translation Software Complete flared across the screen. He could work with that.
"Where am I?" His own voice echoed out his microphone in fluent German.
"Berlin, Sir!" This is not the UNSC. UNSC forces would be hiding. Not parading around with Created around.
"As in Germany? On Earth?" The infantry man took a second to answer.
"Yes, Sir!" We're the created defeated on Earth after Cortana's death?
"What happened?"
"Sir?" The pit in his stomach grew.
"What happened with the Created?" It would be impossible to not know about the occupying force of Earth.
"I don't understand, Sir. We've been at peace for years. Berlin free of undesirables,..."
Chief's eyes narrowed.
"...the rest of the world protected and cared for by our leader. Heil Hitler!"
"Who's Hitler? I thought Hood was leading the UNSC." The A.I. was really in the Dark. He'll really have to sit this out with her.
"He did." Mic keyed off before the Spartan responded to his A.I.'s question. This is all wrong. Nazi Germany fought and died. Led to the formation of the UN and then to the creation of UNSC. Multiple grey blips appeared on the outer edge of the fifty meter mark.
"What year is it?" His German breaking apart by the vowels and pronunciation cross threading. The Nazi jolted at the hellish audio. The A.I. must have noticed Chief's raised eyebrow if her irritated defense was anything to go by.
"I only had a few sentences to work with here!" Forty meters. Across the corner in front and from the back. Pincer maneuver. Who has eyes on him? The man in front has been talking the entire time.
"Yet you translated both Forerunner and Ancient Artifacts before..." The Nazi shifted his legs apart, grasping his rifle properly. Thirty meters. New contacts come from his right across the street.
The Cortana copy only gave a huff. A twitch upward of Chief's lips expressed his win.
He shifted his focus onto the man instead, his arms moving to shoulder his rifle.
Objective 1: Tactically withdraw. Twenty.
"UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE THIRD REICH,..."
Objective 2: Find and establish a Safe Haven. Ten.
"...LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS,..."
Objective 3: Gather Information
"...AND PREPARE FOR YOUR ARREST!"
Objective 4: Act
In three steps, the Spartan covered five meters and lashed his foot out. The poor man flew through the air following a slight parabola back to the ground. More troops of the same armor configuration coming around the corner. Ducking in the nearest alleyway, the Spartan sprinted down as the thumping of boots intensified.