6-24-20 6:40 Am
Outskirts of the Mantel Sea (Atlas coast) on the cruiser UAS Kraken.
On the cruiser UAS Kraken, the morning sun began to illuminate the vast expanse of the Mantle Sea as the ship sailed on the outskirts of the coast. The atmosphere on the carrier was a mix of tension and determination as the American and Remnant forces prepared for the decisive assault on Atlas. General Rimmy, Commander Digby, Ozpin, and General Ironwood gathered on the bridge to discuss the final details of the operation.
"Reports from the Inner Sanctum are coming in," said one of the communication officers, relaying information to the commanders. "Our forces are advancing, but the resistance from the Nazi defenders is formidable."
General Rimmy, his usual confident demeanor slightly tempered by the gravity of the situation, nodded. "We expected heavy resistance. The Inner Sanctum is the heart of their defenses. How are our airborne units faring?"
Commander Digby, who had been coordinating with the airborne divisions, responded, "The airborne units have successfully secured key points. The Screaming Eagles and other divisions are pushing forward. It won't be long before we reach the core."
Ozpin, a figure of calm authority, spoke, "The Inner Sanctum is only part of the equation. We must ensure that the portal to Hell is dealt with swiftly. That remains a priority."
General Ironwood, his demeanor reflecting the stress of the situation, added, "We need to be prepared for any unexpected developments. The Nazis have proven to be resourceful and unpredictable."
As they continued their discussion, a holographic map of the Inner Sanctum and the surrounding areas flickered to life in front of them. The Kraken's position was highlighted, and markers denoting the ongoing battle were scattered across the display.
The carrier's communications officer interrupted, "General Rimmy, we have a transmission from the Resistance."
Rimmy nodded, and the transmission was patched through. Van Mason, the Commander of the Resistance, appeared on the holographic screen. His expression was grim, but determined.
"The Inner Sanctum is a war zone, but we're making progress," Van reported. "The Yankee forces are pushing through. The Nazis are desperate, but we won't let them hold Atlas any longer."
General Rimmy responded with a determined look, "Good work, Commander Mason. Keep us updated on the situation. We're counting on you to secure the Inner Sanctum."
Van saluted, and the transmission ended. The commanders on the Kraken knew that the battle for Atlas was reaching its climax. The fate of two worlds hung in the balance.
"It go time." Rimmy said as he grabbed a radio and transmit his message to the rest of the fleet.
In the massive fleet of ships, far as the eye could see, you can see destroyers, frigates, cruisers, submarines, carriers, super carriers, and battleships on the sea, there where even a couple of PT boats filled with Machine Guns and rockets to protect the main invasion force and provide accurate fire support. in the skies, there was the Avenger command class airship, three Havana cruiser class starships, two republic class destroyers starships, four congress frigate class starships, two La Paz carrier class starships. and the freedom dreadnought class starship, named the Freedom.
"Six centuries ago, our ancestors embark on a great crusade against the tide of evil. We have long since believed that evil was forever in the Grave, but it seems that the Past is always there to remind us that it's not done yet. This Happened with Corporal Trevor Clarks, a man of the US, turned into a monster against his will by the bastards we are now facing." Rimmy began.
"As we stand on the precipice of this battle, we must remember the sacrifices of those who came before us. We fight not only for our world but for the very essence of freedom, for the right to determine our own destinies. The Inner Sanctum is the fortress of our enemy, but it shall become the tomb of their tyranny.
Today, we are not just a coalition of nations; we are the defenders of hope, the guardians of liberty. From the ashes of Beacon to the shores of Atlas, we have faced adversity, but united, we stand tall against the darkness.
The sacrifices of those who have fallen in the defense of Remnant and Earth will not be in vain. We carry their memory, their courage, and their spirit into battle. Let the Nazis feel the weight of our resolve, for they have awakened a force that will not be silenced.
Soldiers, marines, sailors, airmen, jaegers, and hunters, today we march against the tyranny that threatens our existence. We fight for a future where the light of freedom dispels the shadows of oppression. Stand together, fight together, and we shall emerge victorious.
For the Free World! For Remnant! For Terra!" General Rimmy declared, his voice echoing through the communication systems of the entire fleet.
As the rallying cry resonated across the vast expanse of the Mantle Sea, the fleet began its coordinated advance towards the Inner Sanctum. The sound of engines, the churning of waves, and the determined spirit of the allied forces merged into a symphony of war.
"COME ON MEN! LET'S SHOW THEM THE MIGHT OF THE FREE WORLD!" Sargent Doran yelled in his typical Drill Sargent tone, but this time, this is a rally cry.
The soldiers that were on the Port of Vale, under the command of Sargent Dornan, felt the surge of energy from their commanding officer. Their training, discipline, and the shared purpose of defending their world fueled their determination. With a resounding battle cry, they charged forward, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.
The atmosphere on the port transformed as American and Remnant forces joined together, preparing for the impending conflict. The memories of past battles and the weight of their responsibility pressed upon them, but the soldiers remained steadfast. It was a united front against the encroaching darkness, a testament to the resilience of those who fought for freedom.
As they advanced, the soldiers could see the remnants of the once bustling port now transformed into a strategic military staging area. The significance of their mission was clear – to hold the line, defend their home, and repel the Nazi forces that threatened to bring chaos and tyranny.
Sargent Dornan continued to lead with vigor, barking orders and words of encouragement. His soldiers, a diverse group of individuals from both Remnant and the remains of Earth, moved forward with purpose, their determination unwavering.
Many of the soldiers and Marines got on the landing boats, with many getting into the vehicles. the Landing boats, named the LV 43 'Marvin' Landing craft the the LV 422 'Nemo' are the perfect examples of the well prepare boats. the Marvin are for Vehicles while the Nemo is for infantry. The Marvin can carry easily around 4 vehicles or tanks. while the Nemo can hold up to a Platoon of men
Soldiers and Marines, armed and geared for battle, embarked upon these landing craft with a mix of anticipation and determination. The rhythmic hum of engines and the salty scent of the sea surrounded them as they prepared for the impending landing. Their faces bore the weight of the mission, knowing that the outcome could shape the fate of both worlds.
As the landing boats filled, the soldiers inside exchanged glances, sharing silent nods and words of reassurance. The camaraderie between Remnant and Earth forces grew stronger with every passing moment. They were bound by a common purpose – to defend their homes against an existential threat.
On the horizon, the sprawling fleet of ships, including destroyers, frigates, cruisers, submarines, carriers, and battleships, painted a formidable picture. The Avenger command class airship, Havana cruiser class starships, Republic class destroyers starships, Congress frigate class starships, La Paz carrier class starships, and the colossal Freedom dreadnought class starship named the Freedom, all stood as symbols of unity and collective strength.
The soldiers, now embarked on the landing boats, awaited the signal to commence the assault. The tension in the air was palpable, but their resolve remained unshaken. The Beaches of Atlas was the frontline, and they were the vanguard determined to push back the encroaching darkness.
The rhythmic hum of engines, the salty scent of the sea, and the distant roar of the fleet all underscored the gravity of the impending battle. As the landing craft cut through the water, they carried not only the weight of the soldiers within but also the hopes of both Remnant and the remains of Earth for a future free from the looming threat.
"70 Seconds Everyone!" The Driver calls out.
Captain Frank Miller, on one of the Boats that is landing on Delata four sector of the designated Golf Beach. he then looks at the Americans and Remnants with a determined look.
"Clear the Murder Holes!" He began as the Sergeants explained what they are going to do. "Five men are a Juicy Target! One Man is a waste of Ammo!" The urgency in his voice resonated through the soldiers, and the atmosphere on the boat became even more focused.
As the landing craft approached the shore, the soldiers braced themselves for the chaos that awaited them on the beachhead. Suddenly, Artillery Fire came from the Beaches, but were almost Silent by the missiles and bombs, almost as if the defenders were taking cover. Less shots have been fired by the defenders, and very few have been it, mostly scratches on the boat.
The soldiers aboard the landing craft maintained their focus, readying themselves for the impending landing. The reduced resistance, at least for the moment, raised a sense of anticipation among the troops. However, each soldier remained vigilant, knowing that the calm before the storm might not last long.
As the landing craft approached the shore, the driver barked out a final countdown. The soldiers, now armed and prepared, steeled themselves for the imminent landing. The atmosphere within the boat was tense, but the resolve of the troops remained unwavering.
"30 Seconds!" the driver announced, his voice cutting through the sounds of distant explosions and gunfire.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, the soldiers geared up, ready to storm the beaches. The driver turned to his fellow crew members, issuing a quick order, "Provide them Covering Fire! This is gonna be hot!"
The soldiers nodded, acknowledging the urgency of the situation. They gripped their weapons tightly, preparing to unleash suppressing fire upon reaching the shore, providing their comrades with some degree of cover during the chaotic initial moments of the assault.
Suddenly, the Nemo landing Craft stops, indicating that they hit the beach, the Driver hesitates just for a moment. 'Please don't be another Omaha.' he thought as he lowers the ramp.
"COVER THEM!" He shouted to his crewmembers to have the need for suppressing fire to shield the troops disembarking onto the beach. The soldiers, driven by a shared purpose and the weight of their mission, rushed forward, navigating the sandy expanse under the protective cover provided by their comrades' gunfire.
The chaos of war unfolded on the shore as soldiers scrambled to secure a foothold, the sound of gunfire and explosions drowning out all other noise. the Fifty-Plasma Cals. open their Barraged, with more Nemos and Martians joining in and disembarking their troops and equipment. The Nazis had their own equipment and started raining down on the American and Remnant Forces, only to cover themselves as Missiles, Bombs, and kinetic and plasma blaze towards them.
Explosions illuminated the beach, casting flickering shadows across the tumultuous scene. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, and the sounds of battle reverberated against the cliffs that lined the coast. Captain Miller Ducked at the explosions and gunfire, heading towards the Hedgehogs and Shell Craters that were created during the bombing and Naval Bombardments
The landscape, once pristine, had transformed into a war-torn battleground within moments. The deafening cacophony of battle surrounded them as they pressed forward, determined to breach the enemy defenses.
"Keep moving, Marines! Find cover and press forward!" Captain Miller shouted over the din, rallying his troops to navigate the treacherous terrain. The remnants of the bombardment provided some cover, but the relentless exchange of firepower kept tensions high.
As they advanced, Miller could see the determined faces of his men, a mix of American and Remnant soldiers, each driven by the shared goal of pushing back the encroaching darkness. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but their resolve remained unbroken in the face of adversity.
"JESUS IT'S LIKE OMAHA!!" One American scream out in fear as he rushed towards a creator.
"WELL AT LEAST WE HAVE ARMOR!" Another rebuttals.
The soldiers pushed forward, utilizing whatever cover they could find. The comparison to Omaha Beach echoed through their minds, a reminder of the historical battles that shaped Earth's past. Despite the fear and chaos, the soldiers pressed on, their armor providing a crucial layer of protection.
Captain Miller surveyed the situation, coordinating with the Remnant soldiers alongside his American counterparts. Explosions erupted around them as the enemy defenses fought back, but the combined forces pressed forward, determined to overcome the opposition.
"Stay together! Move as a unit!" Captain Miller shouted, his voice cutting through the sounds of battle. The intermingling of American and Remnant forces showcased the unity forged in the crucible of war. As they advanced, their objective became clear: breach the Nazi defenses and pave the way for the larger invasion force.
"SIR, THIS CLIFSIDE HAS A-" one of the human Privates said before he got hit in the shoulder. "ARRGH! SON OF A BICTH, I'M HIT!!" He yells as blood pours out the wound.
"Medic! Get over here!" Captain Miller shouted, rushing to the injured soldier's side. He applied pressure to the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood as best he could amidst the chaos of battle.
"Stay with me, soldier!" Captain Miller urged, his voice filled with urgency. He glanced around, searching for a medic amidst the chaos of battle. Nearby, a Remnant medic rushed over, quickly assessing the wounded soldier's condition.
The clifftop, once seemingly vacant, now revealed hidden enemy positions that posed a significant threat to the advancing forces. The wounded soldier gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as the medics worked to stabilize him.
"Get that man to cover! We've got hostiles on the clifftop!" Captain Miller barked out orders, the urgency evident in his voice. The realization of the enemy's strategic advantage on the higher ground forced the soldiers to adjust their tactics on the fly.
American and Remnant forces alike took cover, returning fire against the entrenched enemy positions on the clifftop. The battle intensified as explosions and gunfire echoed along the beach. The wounded soldier, now under the care of the medics, was swiftly evacuated to a safer location for further treatment.
As the medic worked to stabilize the wounded soldier, Captain Miller scanned the battlefield, his mind racing with thoughts of strategy and survival. Despite the setback, he knew they couldn't afford to falter, not when victory hung in the balance.
"Keep pushing forward!" Captain Miller called out to his men, rallying them to press on despite the adversity they faced. With determination in their hearts and resilience in their spirits, they continued their advance, each step bringing them closer to their objective. With determination in their hearts and resilience in their spirits, they continued their advance, each step bringing them closer to their objective. The Fifty-Plasma Cals opened fire, raining a barrage down on the Nazis who scrambled for cover amidst the explosions and chaos. The Nemo and Marvin landing craft discharged their troops and equipment.
"THERE! THERE IS THE PATH!" Another said as he saw what the now wounded Private was seeing. What he saw was a berm that the Nazis were covering.
Captain Miller, noticing the soldier's discovery, seized the opportunity. "Move towards that berm! Use it for cover!" he commanded, gesturing for the soldiers to advance.
With renewed determination, the American and Remnant forces pressed forward, using the berm as a shield against the intense enemy fire. The sound of plasma blasts, gunfire, and explosions echoed around them as they navigated the challenging terrain.
"Keep pushing! We need to break through their defenses!" Captain Miller shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The soldiers moved swiftly, coordinating their movements to minimize casualties. As they reached the berm, they took advantage of the cover it provided, returning fire to suppress the Nazi forces. As they move up the hills leading further inland, they saw some Nazi positions that were opening fire on the men on the beach but having the perfect cover to not be really hit from the ships.
The advancing soldiers faced the challenge of Nazi positions strategically nestled on the hills, taking advantage of natural cover to rain down gunfire on the men still on the beach. The terrain provided a tactical advantage for the defenders, and the soldiers found themselves in a perilous situation.
"Spread out! Use cover and return fire!" Captain Miller ordered, recognizing the need to disperse and minimize casualties. The soldiers scrambled for whatever cover the uneven terrain offered, returning fire as they pushed forward.
Meanwhile, naval artillery and air support coordinated their efforts to target the Nazi positions on the hills. Explosions echoed through the air as the combined firepower of the fleet sought to neutralize the entrenched defenders.
"Call in airstrikes on those hill positions! We need them suppressed!" Miller radioed to the naval command, urgency evident in his voice.
"Jackson!" Miller ordered as he ended the call. Ivan Jackson, a Ukranian American Sniper, went towards Miller. "Yes, sir." He asked in his Ukrainian accent.
"See that Pill Box?" Miller asks as he pointed at the sandbag position, to which Jackson nodded. "Think you can aim that high?" he questioned.
Jackson adjusted the scope on his sniper rifle, the M110 Tundra, surveying the distant pillbox atop the hill. His keen eyes focused on the target as he considered the trajectory needed for an accurate shot.
"Da, I can make the shot, Captain," Jackson replied with confidence, his Ukrainian accent lacing his words.
"Good. Take out that machine gunner, and we might have a chance to push forward without being pinned down," Miller instructed.
Jackson took a deep breath, steadying himself for the crucial shot. He nestled the rifle against his shoulder, peering through the scope with intense concentration. The crack of the sniper rifle echoed through the chaos as Jackson's bullet found its mark, eliminating the machine gunner in the pillbox.
"Nice shot, Jackson! Alright, everyone, let's use the opportunity! Move up!" Miller rallied the troops as they seized the moment to advance, taking advantage of the temporary disruption in enemy fire.
At the same time, Missiles flew overhead and nailed right into the positions Miller called out a couple of seconds ago, furthering spreading the gap in the German lines. The impact of the missiles unleashed a wave of destruction, creating chaos among the Nazi defenders. Pillboxes and bunkers crumbled under the explosive force, and remnants of the enemy forces scattered in disarray. The well-coordinated strike by the naval and air forces created a significant opening for the advancing coalition.
"Push forward! Seize the momentum!" Miller shouted as the combined American and Remnant forces exploited the breach in the Nazi defenses. The soldiers charged up the hill, taking advantage of the confusion and destruction wrought by the missiles.
As they advanced, Miller received updates from his radio, relaying information about the progress of other units along the coastline. The invasion was unfolding on multiple fronts, with the coalition forces determined to liberate Atlas from the clutches of the Nazi regime.
"Move it Men!" Another American Captial shouted as the rest of the men charged up the hill.
"Pillbox on the right!" An American Faunus, which looked like an alligator, shouted as he pointed at the right side. Sure enough, the was a Pillbox that was made out of wood, but the most strange thing was there two heavily mutated and Grimmified Mutants, who then saw the incoming Americans and Remnants and prepared to open fire, but before the two could, an Explosion happened behind them.
The two Grimm Mutants turned around only to be blasted by an Heavy cannon. As the Smoke cleared, the Americans and the Remnants saw their savior.
Frank Horrigan growled at the two now dead Mutants before looking at the American and Remnant forces. "Come Here!" He shouted as he motions them to get to his position.
Frank Horrigan stood as the American and Remnant forces rallied around him, grateful for the unexpected support.
"Let's clear this hill!" Horrigan bellowed, his imposing presence inspiring confidence in the coalition fighters. The soldiers followed his lead, surging forward with renewed determination.
As they advanced, they encountered scattered pockets of Nazi resistance attempting to regroup. Horrigan's relentless assault, coupled with the combined firepower of the American and Remnant forces, overwhelmed the enemy positions. The pillbox on the right was reduced to splinters, and the mutated Grimm creatures lay lifeless on the battlefield.
"This is for Earth that you dystroyed!" Horrigian yelled as he slices up a Nazi soldier. "This is for the people who suffered!" He shouted as he opened his heavy cannon at a Grimmified soldier. "And this is for Me!" He delcared as he pummeled an Atlas milita into the ground.
Horrigan's relentless onslaught sent shockwaves through the Nazi ranks. His cybernetic enhancements and mutated strength proved to be a force to be reckoned with. The soldiers around him couldn't help but be awed by his sheer power and determination.
Suddenly two full Nazi squads filled with Power Amor appeared and prepare to open fire at the forces. However, a Black Smoke surrounded them, making them blind to what us about to happen. Moments later, gunfire from a Thompson, a Granad, and a 1911 Pistol was heard inside the smoke, as well as bodies fallen. The smoke then dispersed to reveal Trevor Clark.
The American and Remnant forces paused momentarily, taken aback by the sight of their former comrade turned into a Grimm monstrosity.
Clark, wielding a Thompson submachine gun, a grenade, and a 1911 pistol, stood amidst the fallen Nazi soldiers. His eyes staring at the monsters that turn him into one.
"Stand back!" one of the Remnants warned, readying their weapons. The others eyed Clark warily, uncertain of the extent of his transformation and the danger he now posed.
Clark, however, didn't immediately attack. Instead, he locked eyes with the coalition forces, a twisted grin forming on his Grimm face.
"Took you guys long enough. We were starting to get worried that we have the victory party without you." Trevor said as the American Paratroopers, mainly the 101st, and the Huntsmen team appeared behind him.
"Took care of the welcoming committee," John said, his tone steady.
Trevor grunted in acknowledgment. "Good. We need every advantage we can get against these bastards."
"Wait what?" One of the Remnants asked in confusion as Trevor look at them.
"Well, I'm not Grimm, as in I'm not Death itself. I was one of the Kruat's experiments." Trevor said.
The Remnants exchanged puzzled glances, absorbing Trevor's revelation. His presence, once seen as a potential threat, now carried a different weight. Trevor, clad in the uniform of a World War II US Officer albeit Grimmified, continued to explain.
"Krauts turned me into this... thing. But I still got a bit of fight left in me for payback." Trevor stated with a hardened resolve. The Huntsmen and Huntresses, as well as the American paratroopers, looked at him with a mix of sympathy and determination.
"Doesn't matter what we were before. We're all fighting for the same cause now." John interjected, emphasizing the urgency of the ongoing battle.
"Alright! Let's move out people!" Miller shouted to the rest of the men as they began their trek of freeing Remnant from this old Phantom of tyranny.
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Reichtsand Bunker, New Berlin.
"My Furher! The Americans breached the defenses! They are heading towards Atlas right now!" A Nazi Radio communicator shouted to Ewers, who growled in anger.
The sanctity of the defenses and the heart of Nazi power had been compromised. The invaders were now closing in on their ultimate target: Atlas. And after that, Berlin itself.
"Prepare the defenses! Mobilize all available forces! We must repel the invaders at all costs!" Ewers barked orders to his subordinates, his voice echoing with urgency and determination.
The atmosphere in the Reichtsand Bunker grew tense as preparations for the impending battle intensified. Every soldier, every officer, understood the gravity of the situation. Failure was not an option. The fate of the Nazi regime, and perhaps the entire world, hung in the balance.
As the alarms blared and the war machines roared to life, Ewers steeled himself for the inevitable clash with the American and Remnant forces. The fate of Atlas, and indeed the future of their world, would be decided in the crucible of war that lay ahead.
'Soon Yank, Soon the Bludnacht will open, and our Furher will return to reclaim what's his.' Ewers thought darkly.
With the Americans breaching their defenses and the invasion of Atlas imminent, Ewers knew that the outcome of the conflict would shape the course of history. Victory meant the continuation of their twisted ideology, while defeat spelled the end of their dreams of conquest.
Despite the grim circumstances, Ewers remained resolute in his determination to defend New Berlin and ensure the Fuhrer's return. The sacrifices of the Nazi soldiers would not be in vain, for they fought for a cause they believed to be righteous, no matter how warped it may have been.
The Blutnacht loomed on the horizon, casting its shadow over the battlefield, a harbinger of the bloodshed and chaos to come.
And soon, the Devil will have his dance
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In His own Backyard.
(AN: Well that's ominous. But until then, See you on the next Chapter!)