AN: We don't own Valkyria Chronicles, and we SURE as hell don't own the German Army. Or the Navy. Or the Luftwaffe. Happy? Good. Now, let's begin!

April 9th 1944

Somewhere in the North Sea

The sun was over the horizon of the north sea, though it was admittedly barely visible under the massive amount of clouds in the air. The grey clouds definitely spoke that a storm was coming, as the waves rose up and crashed back down. Though the worst had yet to come, thankfully. Not that such a storm would be a threat to the small fleet of ships slowly trugging forward through the ocean.

The fleet consisted of a handful of ships - no more than 14 which could be seen. Four of the vessels appeared to be Destroyer-type vessels, while several more appeared to be larger transport ships, one of which appeared to be a converted ocean liner from its appearance. Another two vessels looked like Cruiser-type ships, one heavy and one light. However, it was obvious what really drew one's attention to the fleet.

In the center were two vessels in particular. The first vessel was very obviously an aircraft carrier, its landing deck currently clear of any of its aircraft, to avoid them being damaged by the coming storm. While moving close next to it though, was a much larger vessel - with massive guns, and bristling with weapons, making it quite obvious that it was a battleship.

However, what all of these vessels had in common, was that each of them were flying red and black flags, complete with black crosses. Each of these vessels were from the German Kriegsmarine, and the two leading vessels were among the most advance and largest vessels the German war machine possessed. Inscribed along the hulls of the two vessels in German were their names.

Tirpitz, and Graf Zeppelin.

On the command bridge of the Graf Zeppelin, the crew went about their daily duties as they manned the vessel through the storm. Also standing on the bridge was a man with short crew-cut blond hair and brown eyes, wearing the standard attire of the German Navy, with the addition of the familiar rank pins of an Admiral adorn on his uniform. THe man looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked out the bridge window.

"Its bad… but I dare not say more..." he said in German with a small smirk, "I believe the Americans have a saying… anything that can happen, will happen? Murphy's Law I believe."

Some of the crew chuckled a bit, as Admiral Joseph Hoffman glanced out the window once more, observing the fleet. It required him to pull a lot of strings over the years to make this possible, but in the end it was worth it as he believed they were leaving at just the right time. Hitler's '1,000 year reign' wouldn't make it past the end of the decade at the rate Germany is going. The allied invasion was inevitable, and despite what men like Rommel and Hoffman could accomplish… perhaps it was best to allow it to happen.

When Hoffman became an Admiral in the Kriegsmarine, he was one of the Admirals who aided in the construction of the Graf Zeppelin - Germany's one and only Aircraft Carrier. They could of had a second Carrier… but of course Hitler refused to see the use of such vessels in battle, despite how effective the allies made these warships across the world from the Pacific to the Atlantic. The Graf was nearly forgotten entirely, but Hoffman ensured that the Aircraft Carrier was completed earlier that year, with a full complement of navalized aircraft, and a full crew at his disposal.

As far as the rest of the Reich was concerned, Admiral Hoffman was about to begin Operation: TIGERSHARK, an attempt to delay the Allied Invasion long enough for Germany to properly prepare their own defenses to repel the invaders. By cooperating with the Battleship Tirpitz, they were to launch a small invasion of their own against the British Isles where and when they least expected it. Their troop ships were filled with three full Panzer Regiments, two mechanized infantry regiments, a grenadier regiment, a mounted cavalry regiment, and finally two artillery battalions. Equipped with enough ammunition, food, supplies, and fuel to keep the force functioning for months. The German High Command hoped that, in the best case scenario, they can establish a permanent beachhead at England, and hold the line long enough for reinforcements.

Unfortunately… Admiral Hoffman had no intentions of invading England.

While he had a large force of soldiers, and a well rounded fleet including the Graf Zeppelin, Tirpitz, the Admiral Hipper, the Köln, four Narvik-class Destroyers, and multiple troop ships, and even a single Type XXI U-Boat, he was not intending to invade the allies, and further this war. Instead, he had gathered the families of the men he, and his friend in the German Army - one General Wagner von Wolfe - commanded, were leaving Germany while they still could… and were to defect to the allies.

It was an extremely risky move, as the movement of so many civilians would no doubt not go unnoticed for long… but it was all too late now to go back. The families who came now were among their fleet, all of them awaiting to arrive in allied-controlled territory where they could be safe from both Allied and Axis bomb raids. Granted it made movement in the already filled vessels cramped, but it was only temporary.

The Admiral knew that it was very likely that the Allies would ask for him to fight his own homeland, against the German army and navy in their upcoming invasion. He would attempt to decline, but he knew that it was likely they would force his hand… as much as he hated himself for it, it was for the best - Hitler and the Nazi's needed to be stopped, no matter what the cost.

"Once we reach British Waters, cease radio silence." Hoffman said, "Broadcast on all known channels that the British and Americans use, and inform them of our desire to surrender."

"Aye Sir!" The crewmen all shouted in compliance.

The Admiral then sighed as he looked back out the window of the bridge, as he saw the storm getting a little more worse by the second.

"This storm is getting more crazy than expected Joseph," said a voice, and the Admiral turned and spotted his said friend, dressed in his Field Marshall uniform, with his great coat draped on his shoulders, his visor hat covering his graying light brown hair, "The waves are moving the ship around so much my son is complaining of sea sickness,"

"Bah, this is nothing." Hoffman said shaking his head, "I've been through worse on my grandfather's fishing boat when I was a child. When water spouts being appearing, then your son has the right to complain about sea sickness."

Wagner sighed shaking his head "This is why I joined the Army… not the Navy." he said, causing Hoffman to let out a barking laugh.

"I suppose the navy life is not for everyone," The Admiral said shaking his head, "Not everyone has sea legs after all..."

Wagner nodded at that, "True..." he said, before taking his cap off, and glared at the German Eagle clasping the wreathed Swastika in it's talons. He then carefully removed the badge from his cap, and then took out a pair of wire cutters, and proceeded to cut the cursed symbol off from the eagle.

Joseph turned and looked at Wagner and blinked at the General's actions, before smiling a bit.

"Freeing the eagle from the Swastika, eh?" he asked.

"Now that I have the time to do it..." Wagner said, as he tossed the swastika into a corner, before placing the badge back onto his cap as he placed it on his head. "We no longer answer to them anymore. The next time we fight… we are fighting to free our nation from a Tyrant…"

Hoffman nodded, before a sudden flash of lightning caused several of the crewmen to jump in surprise. "Now the storm begins..."

Wagner looked out the window, letting out a low whistle "I may not be navy… but I've never seen skies like that." He said. Hoffman rose an eyebrow as he took a glance outside, and he blinked in confusion. The Clouds were… different, somehow. They almost had a dark brown hue to them now as they moved over them. Lightning criss-crossing through the skies in a small spectacle.

"This is… different." He said, before shaking his head "But there is no need… to..." before he could finish that sentence, a sliver of green light seemed to emerge from out of the clouds, surrounding their fleet in flurry of shifting lights. "What?"

"An Aurora..." Wagner muttered, as he looked out as well. "We shouldn't be able to see these here of all places..." He glanced at his watch, and blinked as he saw the watch hands were going haywire, spinning out uncontrollably. "The hell?"

Hoffman's eyes narrowed as he looked at the compass of the ship, which was also beginning to spin out of control. "Something is not right here..." he muttered.

Then just as suddenly the Aurora appeared, the lights as well as the storm disappeared.

Everyone was looking around in confusion, as Wolfe and Hoffman both blinked at the rather quick end of the storm.

"That... was not a normal storm," the General said, while Hoffman nodded in agreement, and turned to the radioman.

"Break radio silence! Try to get in contact with the Allies!" he ordered, "Signal the rest of the fleet to check for damage and injuries!"

"Aye sir." The Radioman said, "Fleet is reporting in, no casualties… well, outside of some usual sea sickness. Patching into allied communications..." However as he did so, he blinked as he tapped his earpieces. "Wait… that can't be right..."

"What is it?" Hoffman asked.

"Sir… I've just tunned into a radio frequency I know the Allies use..." the Radio operator said, "But… I'm getting nothing. Nothing even encrypted... "

"Try one of the other frequencies," Hoffman said, "We shout out loud enough and everywhere, the allies are sure to send someone to investigate."

"Sir, I'm checking all channels - I've still got nothing." The Radioman said, "Not just military channels… but I can't pick anything up on the civilian ones either. We should be hearing Radio Stations from London at this range and frequency, but… Sir, I can't even pick up anything from the Homeland!"

Hoffman and Wagner looked at the Radioman with shocked expressions, before Hoffman turned to another crewmen.

"Get a pair of scout planes fueled and ready immediately!" he ordered and the crewmen nodded and went to relay the order. "Signal the fleet, all ships are to stop, and await further instructions!"

The Radioman nodded as the orders were sent as the fleet steadily came to a stop. "Something is not right here..." Hoffman muttered, "If the storm damaged the Radio, we wouldn't even be able to communicate with our own ships..."

"I don't know, my friend..." Wagner said, shaking his head. "But I suddenly have a bad feeling about this… "

The Kriegsmarine fleet had finally come to a stop, as the Tirpitz launched a pair of its Arado Ar 196 Floatplanes to scout out the area. One heading in the direction England should be, while another surveyed their surroundings, keeping an eye out for any approaching vessels or aircraft. However, already things were getting odd, as the floatplane claimed he was flying right over where england was… only there was no england. Just open ocean.

"This doesn't make any sense..." Hoffman muttered looking at the map, "We should be able to see the Dover Cliffs from here… hell, if they couldn't pick up our transmissions, we should be getting swarmed by allied bombers by now… even if the storm knocked us off course, it shouldn't have been by that much..."

Wagner's eyes narrowed as he thought about that storm. He saw some storms, despite not being a sailor, and he could tell that particular storm was not anything natural.

"We should have our scout planes searching beyond our radar coverage," he said, "Have them stay up as long and then they can and return as soon as they begin to run low on fuel. Have them work in shifts."

"That's the plan." Hoffman said nodding, "Scout 2 is moving towards the east, where the Netherlands should be. He'll go out as far as he can until he needs to return. Once Scout 1 returns and refuels, he will head south towards France."

Wagner nodded as he looked a the map "What do you think is going on here?" He asked, as Hoffman sighed, shrugging.

"I have no idea... " he said, "This surpasses anything that should be possible… its almost as if we're in the middle of nowhere."

"Sir, receiving a coded message from Scout 2!" said the Radio man suddenly as he began to write down the message being sent to him by morse code, Hoffman and Wagner approached the sailor as he finished writing the incoming message from the scout and handed it to the Admiral.

Hoffman looked through the message and then blinked, "What the hell?"

"What is it?" Wagner asked.

"Scout 2's report says he's encountered two fleets of ships," Hoffman said, "And they are engaged in battle."

Wagner's eyes narrowed "Who's fighting?" He asked, "Americans? British? Free French? Canadians?"

"That… is what is odd." Hoffman said, "He's claiming that he's never seen any of the ships before… not from the Allies, or the Axis. And one of the fleets has a rather… sizable Battleship."

Wagner blinked at that, "How big are we talking?" he said.

Before Hoffman could reply, the radioman spoke again. "Sir, another message," he said, as he listened to the incoming message, as he jotted down was being sent until he suddenly stopped writing, his eyes widening before he quickly finished the message, and handed it to Hoffman.

Hoffman looked at the message, before his eyes widened "That's impossible!" He said, "Nearly half a kilometer?! Not even the Yamato the Japanese use is that big!"

"Sir, it's what he reported!" the Radioman said, "But from the sounds of it, whoever's using that dreadnought is winning - and the other fleet is getting their arses handed to them."

Hoffman's eyes narrowed "This doesn't make sense… " he muttered.

"What should we do?" Wagner asked. Hoffman was silent for a solid minute, with nothing but the sound of the ocean waves being heard crashing against the carrier. Finally though, Hoffman spoke.

"Send word to Captain Weber, I want the Tirpitz heading out to that battlezone ASAP!" He ordered, "Inform our Air wings to prepare for an emergency deployment!"

The radio man nodded and as he activated the intercom and sent the order to the order of the Graf Zeppelin's pilots. Wagner looked at Hoffman with a wary stare.

"What's going on in your head, Joseph?" he said, while the Admiral sighed.

"Wagner, we have no idea what is going on here, and I fully intend to get some answers." Hoffman said shaking his head. "Entire islands are missing, and now we've got two fleets duking it out with ships we've apparently never seen before, with one being half a kilometer long. If we're going to get those answers… our best bet will be from those fleets. We help them defeat that monster… they'll be in our debt, and we can get our answers then."

"It can be very dangerous idea..." Wagner warned, "We have no idea what's going on... "

"Normally I would be against it as well," Hoffman said, "But we are in a very odd situation here… I'd rather support the underdogs than whoever owns that supposed monster of a ship."

Wagner thought about the situation and couldn't argue the fact that Hoffman was right. He sighed as he nodded his head.

"Right, I'll go with you on this," he said, "And exactly how do you plan on dealing with that monster?"

Hoffman thought for a moment before smirking. "The same way the British Royal Navy dealt with the Bismarck," he said. "With Air Superiority."

Several Minutes Later

Gallian Tempest-class Cruiser 'PGS Vasel'

"The Majestic has been hit! She's already listing!"

"Fires are spewing off the Cromwell, her ammo could cook off at any minute!"

"We've lost the Marvelous! Survivors are in the water!"

The Gallian 2nd Fleet was nearly in shambles under the assault from the Imperials. The fleet of Cruisers was tasked at halting the advance of the Imperial 9th Fleet from launching a naval attack along Gallia's coastal cities, likely to prepare for an amphibious assault. The 2nd Fleet was all that stood between them and Gallia at this point. Perhaps if it was a more normal engagement the Gallian Navy might of pulled out a victory… but the biggest problem was that monster of a Dreadnought leading the fleet.

The Gallian Fleet consisted of roughly ten ships - all Tempest-class Cruisers, vessels dating back to the First Europan War, designed to guard the coastlines of Gallia from intruders. Each vessel possessed a modest armament, two 12-inch guns - one on the bow and one on the stern - a pair of 8-inch guns situated on a turret near the front, and four 5-inch guns, two situated along the starboard, while another two along the port.

The Imperial Fleet consisted of the usual battleline - an Imperium-class Battleship, a pair of Avenger-class Heavy Cruisers, four Intrepid-class Light Cruisers, and multiple Oaken-class Destroyers. The odds already looked bad for them… but in the center of the fleet was a colossal warship, nearly half a kilometer long, bristling with Imperial guns, from the eight dual 15-inch Gun Turrets, to the bristling amount of smaller 10-inch guns.

On the bridge of the flagship of the 2nd Fleet - the Vasel, Admiral Catharine D. Malaya was beginning to feel very helpless. The brunette-haired woman brushed some of her neck-length hair from out of her face, as her blue eyes focused on the monster. She had heard the intelligence reports that the Imperials built some kind of 'Super Ship', named the Kaiser, but she didn't think it was possible… they could fire their guns at the Gallians long before they themselves could get within striking distance. While they were able to sink some of their Destroyers already and damaged a Light Cruiser… now their fleet of ten ships has been reduced to less than five still functioning.

'This can't be it...' Catharine thought. 'We can't fall like this… if we fail, then...'

"Ma'am! Heavy Cruiser coming in!" One of the officers shouted, and sure enough one of the Imperial Heavy Cruisers were moving in to make the finishing blow on the Cromwell.

"Open fire! Stop them!" Catharine shouted, "I don't care if their out of our range, distract them! Draw them off them!"

The Vasel's main guns turned to attack the enemy heavy cruiser, firing its main guns. However, they barely miss the Heavy Cruiser, but one of its dual 14-inch guns turned around, and return fire, and suddenly the Vasel rocked as a shell impacted against their forward turret, effectively knocking it out. "Damnit!" Catharine shouted, as she climbed back onto her feet. "Put those fires out!"

The Heavy Cruiser turned its gun turrets back towards the Cromwell - its guns prepared to fire at point blank range to finish off the Gallian Cruiser. Catharine gritted her teeth - there was nothing they could do for them…

However, just before the Heavies could fire, a pair of explosions impacted the stern hull of the Cruiser, knocking out both of its rear-facing turrets, before another pair of explosions erupted against the amidship, as two gaping holes spewing fire and smoke appeared - the sheer force of the explosions forcing the guns to miss their shots, as their rounds hit harmlessly into the ocean.

Catharine's eyes widened "Wha-who fired that?!" She shouted.

"Ma'am, it wasn't one of ours!" The Radioman said, "They're too busy with the destroyers!"

"Admiral! You gotta take a look at this!" The man standing outside with binoculars shouted. Catharine rushed outside, yanking the binoculars out of his grasp as he looked out where he was facing. It took her a few moments… before she saw it.

In the distance, seemingly coming from over the horizon was a single warship unlike anything Catharine had ever seen. Its two forward batteries smoking from the recent discharge. When she checked the ranges, and her eyes widened "That ships out 30,000 Meters..." she muttered, "They couldn't possibly of hit that cruiser at that range!"

The Imperials also noticed the new arrival of the ship, as a Light Cruiser and a pair of Destroyers were dispatched to intercept the unknown. The vessel began to turn starboard, as it revealed all four of its main batteries as they turned to face the Imperials. Catharine then watched as the vessel unleashed yet another barrage of fire, as the ship seemed to be pushed back into the ocean as it fired. A few seconds later, there were several plooms of water erupting from the ocean indicating three misses, but the remaining five shots did not miss - as the Light Cruiser took the bulk of the attack. The first shot hitting the command tower, two more impacting against the hull of the ship near its waterline, with another two hitting right in the middle of the enemy ship where the ammo to the main guns were. There was a geyser of shrapnel and fire erupting from the cruiser, before the ship seemed to rise up out of the water with a colossal explosion. Its guns being blown clean off, as the ship was ripped in half.

The Gallians could only look in shocked awe as they saw the Imperial ship be ripped open like a tin can. The two Imperial Destroyers only continued on their course, believing that it would take a while for the newcomer's large guns to reload, and proceeded to flank her on both sides, with one going to starboard, and the other to port.

Of course the unknown wasn't finished as she began to fire all of her secondary weapons at the escort ships. The shots - which Catharine assumed were 15cm guns - had mixed success, as several shots missed, but many more hit their mark as explosions rocked both destroyers, turning them into floating burning hulks, spewing out fire as the unknown battleship continued to trudge forward into the battlezone.

This act of sheer firepower finally drew the attention of the rest of the Imperial Fleet, as a Heavy Cruiser and a light cruiser changed course to intercept the incoming battleship. The Imperium-class Battleship also maneuvered to provide fire support.

"They sunk four ships… in less than ten minutes..." Catharine muttered.

"Yes ma'am… but against this kind of force, alone it can't-" the observer began to say, however suddenly there was an odd… buzzing sound, echoing throughout the air. "What the hell is that?"

BGM: Luftwaffe March

Catharine blinked as she glanced around, looking for the source of the buzzing noise, as it seemed to be coming from above. She glanced up, and her eyes widened in shock "By the Valkyrur..." She muttered, as the observer followed her gaze, and his eyes widened just as large. In the skies, a small swarm of flying… machines flew overhead at incredible speed, letting out echoing roars as they soared through the skies like birds.

Then, she spotted the larger of the machines begin to roll over and began diving straight down at extreme speed like a hawk, while a loud horrifying scream like sound was heard.

She watched as something was released from the underbelly and wings of the machines as they banked up out of the dive. As it rose up from its dive, the object impacted into the center of the second Heavy Cruiser's front battery, resulting in a massive explosion which set off its ammo racks, as a second explosion erupted from the cruiser. It was not the last, as two more flying machines followed its example, diving down and releasing their ordinance into the hull of the vessel, resulting in massive damage.

"Who the hell are these guys?!" Catharine shouted, before one flying machine sped past her ship. It was a bit different from the others, colored with a dark green and black camo pattern, but bore a bright red circle on either wing, and along its center. Near the front of the craft was an image of what looked like a red and yellow dragon.

From the safety of his A6M Type Zero, the pilot smirked a bit as he saw the sheer destruction being inflicted upon the enemy fleet. He had removed his cap for a moment, revealing his dark red eyes, and his short spikey black hair as he scratched his head. "Well, this certainly is… odd." He admitted, before he turned the radio on. "Jaden Takeo here, Admiral. We've engaged the enemy forces. Oddly enough we're… not getting any form of Flak AA, and no signs of any escort fighters. Ju 87's are devastating their Cruisers, and the Fi 167's are about to make their torpedo run on that behemoth of a ship. The Tirpitz is devastating their Destroyers."

"That is odd there is no air support...still, it's an advantage to us," said Hoffman, "Proceed with the mission, and obliterate that fleet, destroy that behemoth most of all, if not, cripple it so it won't get away,"

Jaden could only smirk at that, "With pleasure sir," he said, and placed his flight cap back on. "Alright you newbies! As the Americans say, its a Turkey Shoot! All Fighters straif at their amidships and light e'm up! Torpedo Bombers, focus fire on that behemoth! She won't be leaving these seas in one piece!"

Jaden made a tight turn as he zoned into the first destroyer, before unleashing upon it with a hail of 20mm Cannon and 7.7mm machine gun fire along its unprotected middle half, scoring many hits and his 20mm's doing a surprising bit of damage before he pulled away. Jaden glanced at the Behemoth, which had opened fire on the wave of Fieseler Fi 167 Torpedo Bombers moving low along the waterline. However the big guns of the Behemoth were unable to hit a single bomber, for they were designed for anti-ship and artillery support, not anti-aircraft duties.

The Fi 167's dropped their payload of 765 kg Torpedoes, which sped towards the massive vessel. The unkown vessel was too large and slow to avoid the torpedoes, as they each slammed against its hull, as fire, shrapnel and water burst from the waterline of the vessel. One shot in particular was aimed perfectly to its rear half, hitting where the rudder should've been. The few Ju 87's that hadn't dropped their bombs yet were next, as they dropped their payloads upon the behemoth, two of whom hit right in the center of the vessel's bow, piercing deep within the hull. After a few seconds of pause, there was a massive explosion along the bow as the behemoth shuddered as its magazines went off, the sheer shock wave of the blast caused Jaden's Zero to shudder a bit as well.

"Ha, ha! Direct hit!" Jaden shouted as he circled the behemoth. "She ain't going nowhere, and she's already starting to list starboard!"

But the behemoth's bad day was not yet over, as the Tirpitz had now moved in for more accurate shots - having dealt with the remaining destroyers with some help from the other unknown fleet. Now the only ships the enemy fleet had now were the behemoth, the battleship, and a light cruiser, all of whom were suffering heavy damage.

The Tirpitz's 15-inch guns and 5.9-inch guns all came to bear on the enemy battleship, before unleashing an unholy barrage of armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds into the enemy ship, resulting in multiple explosions. Even the Flak Guns and AA turrets opened fire on the massive dreadnought, since there was no air threat to speak of. The enemy vessel tried to train its guns on the Tirpitz, but its crew was obviously panicking between the fires, the flooding, and explosions to get an accurate shot on the battleship.

The final blow came roughly a minute later, as the Tirpitz's main guns fired one last volley into the center of the ship, and after one final explosion the behemoth was ripped in two, its bow lifting up into air slowly as it began to sink into the ocean.

"Enemy behemoth has been destroyed!" Jaden shouted out, as he watched the few remaining enemy vessels cut their losses and turned tail. "Enemy forces have begun to withdraw! We did it!"

All over the radio he heard the victorious shouts of his fellow pilots, as the last of the behemoth slipped into the ocean depths. He then watched as the Tirpitz began to disembark it launches in order to rescue from the water. He nodded at that and turned to the other unknown fleet which was keeping a wary distance from the Tirpitz.

A thought hit him and he smirked as he banked his Zero, decelerating a bit as he opened the canopy. 'Always wanted to do this...' he thought.

The crew of the Vasel were speechless, as they looked on in open shock and awe at what lied before them. An entire Imperial fleet, along with its behemoth of a dreadnought… slaughtered, cruisers sinking, destroyers burning, and the gargantuan warship itself nothing more than a burning, sinking hulk. The few survivors of the onslaught were running with their tails between their legs as the strange flying machines continued to harass them with their weapons.

"Did… did we just… just win?" One of the ensigns asked.

Catharine shook her head "No… we didn't win… they did..." she said, as the unknown battleship maneuvered in a way to avoid hitting any of the wrecked ships.

"And just who are they actually?" The Radioman asked.

At that moment, the flying machine from earlier made its approach on them, moving low and slow. Catharine was about to order the crew to defend against it, however she then saw the glass top had been opened slightly, as a person was inside the flying machine, as he flew by she and the crew all saw the figure waving at them, and from how close and slow he was moving… Catharine could see he was smiling.

The machine flew past the ship and then accelerated back up into the air, while graciously doing a complete roll over. The Admiral was shocked by this, however, unknown to her, a small smirk formed on her lips.

"Admiral the Unknown is coming toward us!" One of the bridge crew, another with binoculars, shouted and Catharine saw that the man's words were true, as the battleship was turning towards them. Its guns however were pointed forward, not towards the Vasel. "Wait... I see a signal light"

Sure enough, Catharine could see several flashes of light coming from the ship. "Their saying… 'Unknown. Vessel. We. Are. Not. Enemies." The ensign said, "Requesting. Permission. To. Board. Your. Vessel."

Catharine blinked in surprise at the request… though truth be told, they were not really in a position to deny such a request. Most of their ships were damaged or sinking, and that one ship could probably gut them all just as easily as they did the Imperials. Even though the flying machines were beginning to leave the skies. However Catharine also knew this was their one chance to get some actual answers here, and figure out exactly who it was they owed their lives too.

"Send a message back that we accept," Catharine said, "They may maneuver around our starboard, and we'll dock together." She then turned to the radioman. "Send a radio transmission to Headquarters, tell them the Imperials have been sent back… and also inform them we've made contact by an unknown vessel, and to standby for our next transmission."

The radioman nodded and began to send the transmission. As Catharine looked back at the Battleship, her eyes as sharp as a predator's.

A While Later

The two ships docked were currently docked with each other as the crews threw lines to each to get them secured. With the ship close enough, the crew of the Vasel could finally see the faces of their rescuers.

The Gallian crew saw the flags of the battleship, and the flag most seen was a bright red flag, with a black and white cross-like foreground, and in the center of the cross surrounded by a white circle background was a black X-like shape, with 'arms' in an almost counter-clockwise pattern. And in the far upper right hand corner of the flag was a smaller cross, one which has its 'arms' grow shorter the closer it came to the center.

As for the crewmen themselves, most of them wore what looked like dark blue and white uniforms, as they moved quickly along the hull of the ship as they prepared a proper boarding ramp to connect the two ships. There were also several men who in addition to the uniform, instead of having white caps, wore dark green metal helmets, and were armed with rifles in their hands, but not at the ready.

As the ships came closer and as the boarding ramp was extended, another figure came out from the ship, this one wearing a different uniform, being near completely black including a black trench coat, and a black cap. The man stood at the end of the ramp, waiting for it to safely connect to the Gallian ship. The moment it was secured, the man stepped down the ramp along with several armed guards.

Crewmembers on both ships kept the ship steady as the visitors reached the other side quickly and were safely onboard. The black uniformed, which Catharine figured out was the commanding officer, turned towards her, and although blinking in what she saw as surprise, the man.

"Good day to you," he said, his voice having a thick accent, "I assume you are the commander of this fleet?"

Catharine nodded "Y-yes," she said, "I am Rear Admiral Catharine Malaya, Gallian 2nd Fleet. Welcome aboard the Vasel."

The Captain rose an eyebrow, but nodded "Captain Robert Weber, of the Kriegsmarine Battleship Tirpitz." He spoke, with a salute. "If you have any wounded, I can lend you some of our medical personnel to help treat them."

Catharine and the other sailors all blinked at that, but the former nodded in consent, willing to accept any aid, considering the major beating her force had taken.

"Of course," she said, and Robert nodded and turned to one of the armed guards to relay the information back to the ship, speaking in a language Catharine had never heard before. The guard nodded and proceeded with haste back onto the Tirpitz.

"I can see by the look on your face, that you have questions of who we are, and where we came from. Me and my compatriots are thinking the same thing," he said, and Catharine blinked at the word compatriots.

"E-excuse me?" Catharine asked, as Robert sighed.

"Tell me, Admiral… do you know where the nearest American, or British fleet is?" Robert asked.

"Umm, British? American?" Catharine asked in confusion, "I'm… sorry, I've never heard of them. Are they part of the Atlantic Federation?"

Robert looked very confused at that "Atlantic Federation?" He asked, "What is that? And how could you not of heard of Britain or America?"

Catharine was getting more confused by what the man was saying by the second.

"You must be confused with the Amerian continent. None of us heard of countries called America, nor Britain for that matter." she said, and she saw the man's face turn pale extra shades of white.

She saw him reach into his trench coat pocket and pull out a note and began writing it before ripping the paper off and handing it to another guard.

"Take this to the radio room, and have Mueller to tell the Admiral he needs to get the rest of the fleet here, and FAST." he said, and the Guard nodded before taking off.

"The… rest of your fleet?" Catharine asked.

"Just a task group we were part of, no need to worry." The Captain said, "Admiral Hoffman will likely wish to speak to you as well… if my… theory is correct… we may be in a bit of a situation."

"And that theory being…?"

"That we're not from your world."

Less than a hour later

It didn't take long for the rest of the ships to arrive, as the Graf Zeppelin came into view of the Tirpitz and the Gallian ships. The Gallians were awestruck by the appearance of the carrier, and were more surprised when they saw the same flying machines that helped them on the large flat deck. They took notice of the other ships as well, but the Graf Zeppelin was the biggest center of attention.

"I've never seen a ship like that before..." Catharine muttered as the Graf Zeppelin passed by. "Nor have I ever seen vehicles that… well, fly!"

Captain Weber rose an eyebrow at that "You mean you haven't created aircraft yet?" he asked.

Catharine shook her head "No… while I've heard stories of some individuals making their own private flying machines in Ameria and other parts of the world… I've never seen an… an aircraft as you call them… let alone one that is capable of acting as such a superior fighting machine."

She then sighed "Well, I suppose we should prepare to dock with it," Catherine said, however Weber chuckled.

"That won't be necessary." He said, causing her to blink before he pointed back at the Carrier. She looked, and saw another… odd looking craft moving onto the 'flight deck' of the Graf Zeppelin. It had two fans, however unlike other aircraft that had them facing forward, its two were facing upwards. The blades began to spin faster and faster, until, much to the Gallian's surprise, it began to fly up vertically into the sky!

Catharine was stunned as the aircraft made it's way to their ship, circling a few times before it began to lower and land on the stern of her ship. The guards that came with Weber moved toward the craft as it's engines began to shut down. The door soon opened and a person jumped out with a staircase as he positioned it right below the door.

The next to step down from the staircase were two men. The first had a black trench coat uniform similar to what Captain Weber possessed, though the different rank pins indicated he was of a higher rank. The second figure had a much different uniform, with strange black pants that 'extended' near the thighs, and a grey uniform with multiple badges, medals and ribbons upon it. And included with all of that, he had a brown leather trenchcoat, and a grey cap.

The two men approached the Captains, as Weber saluted them. "Admiral, General sir." he said, as they returned the salute. "Ma'am, these are Admiral Joseph Hoffman of the Kriegsmarine, and Field Marshall Wagner von Wolfe of the Heer Wehrmacht. Sirs, I give you Rear Admiral Catharine Malaya, of the Gallian 2nd Fleet."

Hoffman and Wolfe both blinked at that, as they looked at Catharine, then back to Weber, who shrugged.

"I was as surprised as you are," he said, and then turned to Catharine, "Is there anyplace we can talk in private, Admiral?"

Catharine nodded before speaking, "Yes, the mess hall, follow me please," she said and led the three officers away from the gathered group of Gallians, and into the ship with their guards. After a few minutes of walking, the group finally arrived at the small mess hall of the Vasel. There was no one present, as most of the crew were dealing with damage control and helping the wounded.

"You say that you are part of a… Gallian 2nd Fleet, Rear Admiral?" Hoffman asked, as they sat down at one of the tables. "I'm sorry to say, I've never heard of such a fleet, or nation."

"Yes… and I have never heard of a nation called… Germany, was it?" Catharine asked, "Nor have I heard of America, France, or England."

"Excuse me?" Wagner asked with a raised eyebrow, as did Hoffman before Weber spoke.

"Sirs… I believe I have a theory as to why this is so." He said, "As… far fetched as it may be… we may not be in our own world anymore."

Hoffman and Wagner looked at the Captain, both of their eyes wide in shock.

"You mean like... a parallel universe?" Hoffman said, "But that's something you'd only read in those American comic books!"

"I thought the same thing… but it's the only answer that makes any sense." Webner said, "Admiral Malaya here has shown me maps and historical documents of her nation and world… nations that we know simply don't exist here. There are similarities… but we do not have factions like the Eastern Europan Imperial Alliance, the Atlantic Federation, or the Principality of Gallia. It seems… far too elaborate to be a ruse by the Allies or Axis from our world."

The two high ranking German commanders could only gape at that info. They tried to think of how this could be possible, when Hoffman's eyes widened in realization.

"The storm..." he said, "...the storm we ran right into. Could it have possibly...?"

"That storm was very… strange." Weber admitted, "We should never of been able to see an Aurora, and the clouds were too different… add to that, plus the fact we can't contact either the allies or our homeland... "

"Well, on the plus side… we don't have to worry about being hunted down by the hounds of the SS." Weber said, "Though on the downside… it seems we may have found ourselves in the middle of a much more dangerous war."

Catharine decided to speak "Just a few weeks ago, the Imperial Alliance launched an invasion of Gallia, starting off the Second Europan War." She said, "Their 205th and 101st Armored Divisions have decimated our forces in just a few weeks… from what I've heard, the Gallian Army and Militia are just barely managing to hold them off. And… if it wasn't for your intervention, the Imperial 9th Fleet might of been able to launch an amphibious assault on Gallia with that… monster of a ship they built."

"Why have the Imperials attacked you?" Hoffman asked.

"Gallia has the largest Ragnite deposits in all of Europa." Catharine explained, "The Imperials likely want Gallia under their control so they can keep pushing on the Atlantic Federation to achieve total Europan dominance."

"Ragnite?" Wagner asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is that?"

Catharine looked surprised "You… never heard of-" she began to say, before mentally slapping herself. "Right… different world… you see, Ragnite is primarily used as an energy source, but it also doubles for medical applications and weaponry. While nations like Ameria and Nihon have enough reserves to keep them independently sufficient… here in Europa, the AF and the Imperials are constantly battling for Ragnite. Gallia has tried to remain neutral in the conflicts… but the Imperials always try to invade us. We fought them back during the first war, but now… the Imperials have upped their game with superior tanks and troops than before."

"So this Ragnite is your world's equivalent to our Petroleum..." Hoffman muttered before a thought occurred to him. "Do any of these nations possess anything called Petroleum? Diesel? Fossil Fuels?"

Catharine thought about it for a moment "Well, the National Republic of Falken has harvested oil for years now…" She said, "But no one ever buys their oil for many uses. Most nations stick to Ragnite, it's far more powerful and potent than oil anyways. I've heard though that nations further south near the Afikan Nations use Oil much more there, since there isn't as much Ragnite in their nations."

Hoffman glanced at Wagner "Until we can figure out how this… Ragnite works, we are going to need a source of fuel." He whispered, "We have no way of knowing if our ships or vehicles can function properly with Ragnite… "

"Are you suggesting we cut a deal with the people of… Falken?" Wagner asked, however Hoffman smirked slightly.

"I think we are in a position where we can cut a deal with more than just them." He said, before turning back to Catharine. "Rear Admiral Malaya… is there by any chance we can meet with your leaders?"

Catharine frowned a bit as she thought about that.

"Well, I could try to get you an audience with Princess Cordelia of House Randgriz," she said, "Though lately, her power is being slowly stripped thanks to most of the Noble Houses and Aristocrats who only care about themselves. And the Prime Minister isn't helping things either."

The German officers felt uneasy at that, "What can you tell us about Gallia's...higher classes?" Wagner said.

"There are several smaller noble houses… but the three major ones are Houses Randgriz, Borg and Gassenarl." Catharine said, "House Randgriz is the leading House of Gallia, descended from the ancient Valkyrian Race. At least that what the legend says. Princess Cordelia is officially in charge… but she's only 16, her parents died several years ago, leaving her as their only heir… she does what she can, but she's still young and inexperienced."

"Then you have House Borg, who have always had close ties to House Randgriz." Catherine said, "They use to be very powerful… but after the last war, their power had begun to dwindle… their main heir and current prime minister - Mauritis von Borg, is acting as Cordelia's Regent." She then frowned a bit. "He's the one who makes the big decisions… but I don't trust the man. He's been trying to get Cordelia off the throne for years now because of her youth. Though I agree she's too young to be leading a nation… I'd rather have her on the throne than anyone from House Borg."

She then sighed "Finally, there's House Gassenarl." She said, "They use to be a major player in national politics in Gallia, but due to a falling out with House Randgriz, they got ejected from the capital. Since then, House Gassenarl has been concentrating on maintaining its power in the southern part of Gallia. It remained one of the most conservative families in Gallia, always eager to maintain the power of the nobility over commoners… but I trust them about as much as I trust anyone from house Borg."

Her eyes narrowed a bit. "Darcsen-hating bigots..." she muttered, before she realized she said the last part out loud. "Oh, uhh… sorry."

"It's quite alright," said Hoffman, before he decided to ask, "What is a Darcsen?"

Catharine, sighed as she pulled something from her pocket, and handed it to the Admiral, who saw it was a photograph. He looked at the picture and saw two young girls, with their arms around each others shoulders. The girl on the left looked like a mini-version of Catharine, while the one on the right had dark hair, and appeared younger than the girl on the right, dressed in a longsleeved dress, with a shawl with intricate design patterns.

"That's Tielle, she's Darcsen, and also...my adoptive younger sister," she said, and her eyes showed a bit of sadness, "My family has a rich military history, and have said that Racism and bigotry are a nuisance and must be eradicated from the military. My father followed that concept by adopting Tielle into the family."

"In… ancient history, Darcsens were said to of caused the Darcsen Calamity, using Ragnite weapons to destroy city after city… and only the Valkyrians were able to defeat them." She said, "Because of that… Darcsens were stripped of their last names and chased from their jobs and property, treated like second-class citizens across Europa… Gallia tries to be tolerant, but there are so many bigots in the military… the AF barely does anything about it, and the Imperials..." Catharine seemed to pause for a moment, as it seemed as if old memories were beginning to resurface.

"What do they do?" Hoffman asked, though he and Wagner were beginning to have an idea as to what the Imperials were doing…

"They made… a Darcsen-hunting task force..." Catherine said, "They… they hunt Darcsens like… like animals… the ones they… they don't kill… get sent to labor death camps in their borders…"

The Germans' eyes all narrowed at that, their worst fears confirmed. The Imperials were exactly like Hitler's Reich, and these 'Darcsen Hunters' are just like the SS, in every way shape and form. Their thoughts were broken as Catharine spoke again.

"About ten years ago, a group of those bastards came after sneaking past the border...," she said as her hands clenched into fists, "...they broke into our home and took Tielle...I was only 18 at the time."

They saw tears begin to fall from her eyes as she continued her story.

"I went after them, grabbing a rifle and chased them until we were almost to the border...," she said, and her eyes narrowed in hate, "When I came upon their camp...I can hear them laughing about how they..."

She didn't need to say anything more, as Weber looked at the Admiral and General. "Sirs..." he muttered.

Hoffman's eyes closed as his hands clenched into fists. "Miss Malaya… I am sorry for your loss..." he said, glancing at Wagner, who nodded. "I promise you… if you can get us in contact with House Randgriz… we will do everything in our power, to prevent… this from happening ever again… and make sure the Empire pays dearly for what they've done."

Catharine looked at them in surprise "W-what?" She asked, "But… why would you help us? You haven't-"

"I'm very good at reading people, Rear Admiral." Hoffman said, "I know your telling the truth with what you are saying… and back in our world… we knew a group of people who were just as bad as these Darcsen Hunters… if we can prevent what happened in our world, from happening here… we will go to any lengths to accomplish that."

Catharine was shocked by the strong honest tone in Hoffman's tone, and suspected that they must've witnessed the same thing that happened to her sister. She looked at the German officers whose eyes were as hard as steel, their resolve hardened.

"I… I will do what I can." She said, "Once our ship is able to get underway, your fleet can join us back to Winsart Naval Base."

The three nodded at that.

"Good," said Wagner, his face scrunched in thought, "Though we have to come up with a cover story in order to avoid any...unnecessary attention directed toward us. And I hope your country doesn't mind taking in refugees,"

Catharine blinked at that, "Refugees?" she said, as Hoffman scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Let's just say, our country was being lead by a very... questionable person," he said, and Wagner snorted while Weber rolled his eyes.

"Germany was being ruled by Hiter and his Nazi's… you could say they were just as bad as the Darcsen Hunters you told us about." Wagner said. "At first, Hitler wasn't too bad… after the first world war, in less than 20 years he turned an economically broken germany back into a European Superpower then conquered most of Europe in just a few years… but when we found out what he was doing behind the scenes… to the Jews, Gypsies, Handicapped… we could not serve that monster any longer."

"We left Germany, and we took with us the men we commanded, along with most of their families." Hoffman said. "We left armed with enough weaponry, manpower and firepower to conquer a small nation… we were intending to defect to the side of the Allies, and help them bring Hitler down… but then we ended up here."

Catharine was a bit surprised at that information, but she then hummed in thought "We may be able to work something out in terms of your backstory..." she said, "We could say you are the survivors of a nation the Imperials conquered in the far east… though I am not for sure how long that story would last."

Hoffman sighed "Its the best we can do, our situation is rather… abnormal afterall." He said, "If we have to, we'll tell the truth as we know it… we can only hope they can be as open-minded as you are, Rear Admiral."

The female officer nodded at that, "I hope so as well." she said, "For now, let's get you to Gallia, knowing by now, those two surviving Imperial ships will be halfway back to their naval port by now, and knowing the amount of damage you did to them, you possibly destroyed their radios. I have no doubt that they will be back... and with friends,"

The Germans all nodded at that. "Good point," they said at the same time.

The Next Day

Winsart Naval Base

After collecting what survivors they could find, the Gallian/German fleet set sail back to the Winsart Naval Base towards the south of Gallia. To the Germans it looked like any other Naval base, filled with smaller support ships and a few larger military ones. Though as they looked out at the docks, the German Crewmen could already see the shocked and confused looks from the Gallians as their ships moved into the port.

"They look at us as if they've never seen a dedicated warship before..." Weber muttered with a light chuckle, as he saw the Gallian's expressions from the Tirpitz's bridge. "Well… I suppose they've never seen a ship like the Graf before at least..."

The crewmen could only chuckle at that, knowing that their captain was right. They might've seen ships like the Tirpitz before, but as for an aircraft carrier. Well, not exactly since aircraft in this world were just making an entrance. They headed towards a part of the port, where the transports were moving toward some empty docks in order to disembark their passengers.

"At least the civilians will be safe now..." The Captain said, as he readjusted his cap. "I hope our cover story holds for a while at least..."

The Port Commander sighed, leaning back in his chair as he looked at his 'audience' before him. Rear Admiral Catharine Malaya, along with Admiral Hoffman and General Von Wolfe. "This… is one hell of a tail you've got here, Ma'am." he said, "Normally I'd question this… but those ships certainly aren't of Imperial or Federation make…and the photos your men took during the battle are equally convincing, how they sunk the Leviathan."

"So, that ship was called the Leviathan then?" Hoffman asked, as the Commander nodded.

"Yeah, she was one of the Emperor's new Plan V strategy." He said, "Its all rather hush-hush, but from the Federation, we've heard the Imperials have been making a whole series of new wonder weapons to help them defeat Gallia and the Federation. The Leviathan was one of the few that we knew existed… but we had no idea that they would've sent it to the Gallian front… the fact that you were able to sink her so easily… it's simply astounding. How could you have lost against the Empire? With such technology at your disposal..."

"Their attack caught us by surprise," Wagner informed, "The Graf Zeppelin and her air contingency are prototypes really, and are the only functioning models we were able to produce before we had to withdraw. Anything else regarding their creation that we did not take with us, we destroyed. You won't have to worry about the Imperials getting air combat craft anytime soon."

The base commander sighed "Well, that's a relief at least." He said, "As for your families, I've already sent word to Randgriz. I've got nothing official until I hear back from them, but I think we can find someplace for them to settle… for now at least. South Gallia is largely being ignored by the empire, so its safest for them there. More and more people are either volunteering or being conscripted into the Militia, so there's plenty of room for them."

"That's good to hear," said Wagner, "And I hope our troops can be of help to this war in anyway. However, I have no intention of my men being under the command of one of those stuck up nobles."

The Port Commander chuckled a bit at that. "I doubt they would. Nobles are too prideful to command foreigners in combat." he said. "Though… I do know one person who would be more than happy to have your forces."

"Who?" Hoffman asked.

"Aalina von Damon, her brother is Georg von Damon, but thankfully they're nothing alike." The Commander said, "She's in charge of the Gallian Militia, and considering how they could always use some more firepower, she'd gladly accept your support. Hell you'd probably be giving her more support than the central army does."

Wagner could only shake his head, "Let me guess, the Nobility controls most of the Regular Army?" he asked, and the Commander could only sigh in exasperation.

"Bingo in one go," he said.

The German commanders could only sigh in annoyance.

"Well that's just great," said Hoffman.

"Its not too bad," The commander said, "If you operate under the Militia, it will be Aalina who will have the final say for your orders, not the Central Army. Georg tries to avoid using the militia anyways, confident in his own troops."

"Where could we meet with Colonel Damon?" Wagner asked.

The Base Commander had a thoughtful look "Hmm… if memory serves me right, she left with Squads 7 and 1 to the Barious Desert, near the old ruins… not sure why the Empire's there to begin with though."

Before the Germans could say anything, the doors to the Commander's office opened as an aide stepped inside, "Sorry to interrupt sir, but we've received orders from Headquarters." he said, "They want Squad 5 to leave for the Barious Desert ASAP."

The base commander rose an eyebrow "Why?" He asked, "Didn't they already send Squads 1 and 7?"

"Yes sir, but they're asking for Squad 5 now as well." The Aide said, handing him the orders. "We have intelligence that points that Prince Maximilian himself may be in the area."

The commander's eyes widen at that, "Is it legitimate?" he said, and the aide nodded. "Yes sir, and it looks like he's interested in the ruins."

The Commander thought about what he was informed before he nodded.

"Alright, we'll send Squad 5 out as well," he said, before Wagner spoke up.

"I am assuming that this Prince Maximilian is an important figure in the Imperial military?" He asked, and the Commander nodded.

"He's the Crown Prince of the Empire, and the overall Commander of the Empire's invasion in Gallia," he said, and Wagner eyes narrowed a bit.

"If you would allow it Commander, I would like to volunteer a few squads of my own forces to travel with them."

The Commander, the aide, and Catharine were surprised by this, while Hoffman just smirked a bit, knowing what Wagner was planning.

A-Are you sure General? Your people just arrived and..." Catharine began to say but Wagner held up his hand to stop her.

"My troops are ready, willing, and able, Rear Admiral," he said, "A few cases of sea sickness won't stop them."

"The Graf Zeppelin's air contingency shall deploy as well," Hoffman said nodding, "We still have plenty of fuel for them, and knowing that he Imperils have means of properly countering our aircraft gives us a distinct advantage."

The base commander looked between the two, before he sighed "Well, I won't look a gift horse in the mouth." he said, "Get your men ready, General, Admiral. Squad 5 will probably leave ASAP to be at the desert by 18:00."

The two nodded and they left the office to inform their subordinates.

"Sir, you think it was a good idea to send these people out so soon after they arrive?" asked the Aide, which made the Port commander turn his head toward his aide-de-camp with a small glare.

"Why you ask that? Have a thing against foreigners?" he asked and the aide was taken aback by that.

"Wha-No! That's not what I meant!" he said hurriedly.

Wagner raised his hand "It is alright," he said, "I understand your worry, but believe me - our men have had to deal with far worse than this. They can handle a march to the desert." He then stood up. "I'll assemble the teams we'll be sending."

With that, he left the room, leaving a grinning Admiral, and three stumped Gallians.

"Is he serious?" Catharine said, and Hoffman just chuckled.

"Trust me, my dear Rear Admiral," he said, as he began to walk out, "He was once surrounded by a whole division of enemy troops, and he manage to to break out with only a battalion. He is one of the greatest military minds Germany has ever seen… second only to the man we call the Desert Fox. He knows what he's doing."

The Admiral then stood up "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return to my own ship." He said, "Our air crews need to rearm our aircraft for anti-ground combat."

Later - With Squad 5

"Come on! Come on! Let's move it!" Shouted a man wearing the officer version of the Gallian militia uniform, with short red hair and blue eyes, as Gallian Militiamen and women ran into the hangar as they prepared the vehicles they had. "I want the Devastator ready to move out in five minutes! Anyone not hitching a ride with me and Ramsey are using the trucks, or you're walking!"

"Irons!" A female voice shouted, as 2nd Lieutenant Roberto Irons turned as Ramsey Clement walked ran up to him. "Devastator's good to go, but we're still low on high explosive mortar rounds, we've only got eight shots left before we're stuck with armor piercing."

"It'll have to do," Roberto said, "If we're going against Imperial Tanks, we'll need the armor piercing rounds more than high explosives anyways. Just get her ready!"

"Yes sir!" Ramsey said before she ran back towards the 'Devastator', a Gallian Type 79 Tank Destroyer. Gallia had very few of these deadly machines, as they had always had a focus on their cheaper Type 75 Light Tanks which were faster and more maneuverable sure, but didn't stand a chance against Imperial Armor. Thankfully the Devastator was a different story, as it had armor comparable to the growing famous Edelweiss, and its main gun was equally powerful.

Of course, the problem was the fact the gun was mounted forward, meaning the whole tank would need to move around to change targets. While it wasn't ideal for urban battles, it was perfect for long-range 'anti-tank sniper action' as Ramsey called it. And ever since the invasion began, they've been using the Devastator with great effect, as one could tell from the eight small images of Imperial Tanks painted along its left side, indicating all of its kills.

"Are they just sending us, Boss?" Roberto turned and saw Freesia York giving him a bit of an uneasy look, "I mean, if the reports of Maximilian being there are true, we're going to go up against his most Elite troops, they're different than the normal Imperials we've been fighting."

"It may be true, Freesia," said Robert, "But Squad 7 and 1 need our help, and we're the only unit available who can get there in time, hopefully our three squads together will have a chance in this fight."

"Overwhelming odds, small chance of success, what are we waiting for?" Nina Streiss said as she hefted her Lance over her shoulder.

"Only you Nina..." Ramona Linton said shaking her head.

"Just get us ready to head out!" Roberto said, "Get any-"

His commands were cut off as he heard what sounded like tanks mobilizing, he glanced at the Devastator, but it had yet to move. "What the hell?" Montley Leonard asked, glancing around. "We don't have anymore tanks here..."

Roberto's eyes narrowed, as he moved towards where the noise was coming from. He rounded the side of the garage they were using as their barracks, before he stopped in his tracks as he looked in shock and confusion. "What the…?"

A Small column of tanks Roberto had never seen before were moving away from the harbor. He could count a grand total of twenty tanks, many of which looked oddly similar to the Edelweiss, but not exactly. Though many of them possessed very intimidating cannons as they moved by. The tanks were soon followed by smaller trucks and vehicles, and numerous soldiers with various weapons marching alongside them.

The column of tanks and vehicles then made a sharp turn and stopped on the spot followed by the infantry, with the men Roberto saw that he believed were the officers shouting orders.

"Men! Halt!" the soldiers stopped with a final stomp of their boots on the ground. "Left FACE!"

As one the troops turned facing Roberto, who was still shocked at what he was seeing. He was not the only one, as the rest of Squad 5 came out and their reaction was the same.

"Who the heck are they?" said the shocktrooper Vyse Inglebard, as he looked at the gathered group of soldiers in front of them. Then an officer came one of the smaller vehicles, dressed as the rest of the officers, but wearing a pair of goggles on his cap, and headed towards the Militia Squad.

The man removed his goggles as he faced Roberto "Are you Lieutenant Roberto Irons of Squad 5?" He asked.

"...Yes..." Roberto said nodding, "But… who are-"

"Captain Garen Raimond, 13th Panzer Regiment." The man said. "My Superior and your base commander have ordered us to accompany you to the Barious Desert. If your men are ready, we can head out immediately."

Roberto was shocked at that info as he looked back at the group of tanks, vehicles, and troops waiting for the go ahead. He could see by their faces that these men were veterans just by the look in their eyes. That, and they carried with them a strong confidence.

Roberto felt like smiling, knowing he didn't want pass up this offer of reinforcements.

He then snapped to attention giving a salute. "We'll be happy to have you, Captain sir!" He said, "We're leaving ASAP!"

Garen smirked a bit as he nodded "Alright, get your men in your vehicles so we can move out!" He said, before he turned back to his men. He shouted out something in a language Roberto was not familiar with, as the soldiers all began to march as their tanks began moving as well.

Roberto turned back to his squad "You heard the man! Move it!" He shouted, "We ain't getting paid by the hour here!"

Patriot-112: An excellent first chapter done.

117Jorn: Took us a while to get this posted, but we had to do some rewriting as new ideas hit us. Expect a lot of action from here on in!

Patriot-112: So until next time…

Everyone: JA NE!