The American landing zone, Atlas, 6-25-20.
Nathaniel, Francis, Willow Cobalt, and Alice travel with RWBY, Willow Schnee, and the rest of the Americans and Remnant forces as they traveled inland, trying to secure areas and dystroying key bases that the Nazis were using.
The landscape around them bore the scars of battle, with remnants of enemy fortifications and signs of recent conflict strewn across the terrain.
Their path was fraught with danger, as pockets of resistance from Nazi forces still posed a threat to their advance. Yet, with determination in their hearts and a shared commitment to victory, they pressed forward, each step bringing them closer to their objective.
"Everyone Good?" Nathaniel asked.
his question broke the tense silence that hung over the group as they navigated through the war-torn landscape. His voice carried a note of concern, reflecting the gravity of their situation.
Various nods and murmured affirmations rippled through the assembled forces, indicating that despite the dangers they faced, they remained resolute and determined to see their mission through to the end.
"Ready as we'll ever be." came the response from one of the soldiers, echoed by others expressing similar sentiments. Each member of the group understood the importance of their task and was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Good, we need to keep up on our toes." Nathaniel said as he, the rest of his team, the Huntsman, and the American and Remnant Forces continued their trek on the icy terrain of Atlas.
"So, where did you say your spy was going to meet us?" Willow Cobalt asked Van Mason.
"Our rendezvous point is a safe house on the outskirts of the city." He explained, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "It's a discreet location that's well-hidden from prying eyes, ideal for covert meetings."
As they trudged through the snow-covered landscape, Van led the group with confident strides, his senses attuned to any signs of danger. The American and Remnant forces followed closely behind, their determination unwavering despite the treacherous conditions.
"We'll need to remain vigilant." Van continued, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. "The Nazis have eyes and ears everywhere, and they won't hesitate to strike if they catch wind of our movements."
Willow nodded in understanding, her grip tightening on her weapon as she prepared for whatever challenges awaited them. "Understood." She replied, her voice firm with resolve. "We'll stay alert and ready for anything."
"Und vere do you zink your going Yank?" A tone filled with hate asked. When they turned around, they saw a German Commander, with two Nazi Soldiers, and Whitley Schnee, who had a unkown expression on his face.
"hello Mother." He said to Willow Schnee, who looked at her son with horror.
The tension in the air thickened as the German commander and his soldiers confronted the group, their presence casting a shadow over the snowy landscape. Willow Schnee's expression shifted from shock to anguish as she locked eyes with her son, Whitley, who stood alongside the enemy forces.
"Whitley..." Willow's voice trailed off, a mix of disbelief and heartache evident in her tone.
Nathaniel Green, Francis Zelenka, and the rest of the group tensed, their hands instinctively moving to their weapons as they faced the unexpected threat. The German commander, flanked by his soldiers, wore a smug expression as he surveyed the group with contempt.
"Looks like ve 'ave stumbled upon a little family reunion." the commander remarked, a sneer twisting his lips. "But zis is no time for pleasantries. You are trespassing on Nazi territory, und ve cannot allow zis defiance to go unpunished."
Willow's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her own son, standing with the enemy, posed a formidable threat to their mission and their lives. But amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of hope remained as she clung to the possibility of reaching Whitley, of saving him from the darkness that had consumed him.
With determination burning in her eyes, Willow squared her shoulders and faced her son, her voice filled with a mother's love and desperation. "Whitley, please," she implored, her words carrying the weight of a mother's plea. "You don't have to do this. Come back to us, to your family."
But Whitley's expression remained stoic and unmoved, his allegiance clear as he stood alongside the enemy forces. "It's too late for that, Mother." he replied coldly, his voice betraying no hint of remorse.
"ahh, but I zaid, thiz iz not ze time. Do it Whitley, show them your loyalty to ze Furher." the Commander said as he put his luger in Whitley's hands. The Commander, as well as his two soldiers, stand next to Whitley as he pointed the luger at the Americans.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
...
Three shots where fired and Willow Schnee gasped in shock, she quickly patted herself to feel...
.
..
..
No Bullets.
She Quickly look at her American Allies, including the one who share her name. Like her, they check themsevles to see no bullets wounds. they look at the Nazi soldiers and were in complete shock.
the Two Soldiers have already fell on the ground, dead as a crimson stain grows underneath them. With only the Commander sputtering out his own blood as he looks at his new wound.
"Y-You..." Was all that came out of the Nazi Commanders mouth as he too fell on the icy land, dead before he even hit the ground. Standing above the Fallen Nazis, stood Whitley with the smoking Luger. He shakenly look at the Gun he shot and took three lives before Throwing it away.
The scene froze in disbelief as the echoes of the gunshots faded into the icy air. Willow Schnee and her allies stood in shock, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they processed the sudden turn of events. Whitley, trembling with emotion, stared at the discarded Luger that now lay on the ground, his mind reeling from the gravity of his actions.
Whitley's gaze remained fixed on the ground, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his choices. "I... I didn't mean to." He whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with remorse. "I never wanted any of this."
As the shock began to ebb away, Nathaniel and Francis approached Whitley cautiously, their expressions guarded yet sympathetic. "We understand, son," Nathaniel said gently, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "War makes us do things we never thought possible."
Whitley looked up, his eyes haunted by the ghosts of his actions. "I never wanted to be a part of this," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "But I couldn't stand by and watch them hurt my family."
Willow reached out, wrapping her arms around her son in a comforting embrace. "It's okay, Whitley," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "We're here for you, no matter what."
As the group gathered around Whitley, a sense of unity and determination filled the air. Despite the trials and tribulations they faced, they knew that together, they could overcome any obstacle.
"Brother." Wiess said as she looks at the three now dead Nazis. "You made the Right Choice." She said to Whitley, who was still in his mother's Grasped.
Whitley looked up at his sister, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—relief, guilt, and a glimmer of hope. Her words, spoken with such sincerity, stirred something deep within him, a sense of validation that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Thank you, Wiess," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I just couldn't let them harm our family."
Wiess nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "We understand, Whitley," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "You did what you had to do, and we're proud of you."
As the gravity of the situation settled over them, Nathaniel stepped forward, his expression solemn yet determined. "We need to keep moving." he said, his voice cutting through the somber atmosphere. "There's still work to be done, and we can't afford to let up now."
With a collective nod, the group gathered their resolve and pressed on, leaving the fallen Nazis behind them. Though the road ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, they knew that together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"I-I need to tell you something." Whitley stammered, still reeling on what happened. "Our Father is with the Nazi's entirly. I had no Choice but to keep up my act as he and Copper planned the defenses of Atlas." he explained.
"You mean the one before Ironwood right? the Old Atlas General?" Francis asked, to which Whitley nodded his head.
The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the group as they absorbed Whitley's words. Willow Schnee clasped her son's hand tightly, a mixture of concern and understanding in her eyes.
"We suspected as much." she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness as she heard the old General's name. "But hearing it confirmed... it's still a shock."
Nathaniel Green exchanged a grave look with the rest of the group, his mind racing with the implications of Whitley's revelation. If Jacques Schnee was indeed aligned with the Nazis, it could mean trouble not just for Atlas, but for all of Remnant.
"We'll deal with that later." Nathaniel said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "Right now, our priority is securing Atlas and stopping the Nazi threat. We can't let anything distract us from that."
Whitley nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Agreed," he said, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."
With their resolve renewed, the group pressed on, their footsteps echoing through the icy landscape of Atlas. Though the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, they faced it together, united in their quest to protect their home and uphold the values of freedom and justice.
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Schnee Manor, 6-23-20
"He did WHAT!?" the voice that was Jacques Schnee screeched as he look at some of the Nazi officers.
The Nazi officers stood before Jacques Schnee, their expressions a mix of fear and trepidation as they faced his wrath.
"He betrayed us, Herr Schnee." One of them stammered, his voice quivering with fear. "He sided with the Americans and the Remnants... He killed our men."
Jacques Schnee's face contorted with rage, his features twisted into a mask of fury as he listened to the officer's words. He had trusted his son Whitley to carry out his orders, to secure Atlas for the Nazi cause, and now it seemed that trust had been misplaced.
"Find him." Jacques spat, his voice laced with venom. "Find Whitley and bring him to me. I'll deal with him personally."
The officers nodded hastily, their fear palpable as they hurried to carry out Jacques' orders. Alone in his study, Jacques seethed with anger, his mind consumed with thoughts of betrayal and retribution. Whitley had dared to defy him, to align himself with the enemy, and Jacques vowed that he would pay dearly for his treachery.
"Having family problems, Herr Schnee?" the voice of Grey Copper asked Jacques with a twisted grin as he entered the room just as the officer left.
Jacques Schnee turned to face Copper, his expression dark and stormy as he regarded the old Atlas General. Despite the tension in the room, Copper's grin remained fixed, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and malice.
"You have no idea, Copper," Jacques replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "My son has betrayed me, aligned himself with the enemy. He's become a liability, a stain on the Schnee name."
Copper's grin widened at Jacques' words, a cruel glint in his eyes betraying his delight at the Schnee patriarch's misfortune.
"Well, well," Copper chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. "It seems the apple has fallen far from the tree, hasn't it? But then again, you always did prioritize your precious company over everything else, didn't you?"
Jacques bristled at Copper's taunts, his fists clenching at his sides as he fought to keep his temper in check. He despised the old general and his smug arrogance after Jacques joined the Nazis, but for now, he knew he needed Copper's support if he was to reclaim control of Atlas.
"What do you want, Copper?" Jacques demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Copper's grin widened further, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as he leaned in closer to Jacques.
"I want what I've always wanted, Schnee," Copper replied, his tone dripping with malice. "Power. Control. And with your son out of the picture, it seems there's an opening for a new leader in Atlas. Someone who's not afraid to do what's necessary to win this war."
Jacques narrowed his eyes at Copper's words, a cold fury simmering beneath his icy exterior. but he need the General, so he had no choice but to tolerate him. For now.
"Aren't you the one who failed to kill Ironwood? Or even when Dr. White with that little arrest of yours?" Jacques spat back with a Grin of his own.
"*Hmphed* just setbacks." Copper scoffed at the mentions of his early failures. especially the one where Dr. White is now in leagues of the Americans. "But the Reichfurther is a Forgiving man, and at least he knows that you can't win all battles, one that you had your very son went through?"
Jacques' grin faltered at Copper's words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a steely resolve.
"Perhaps," Jacques replied, his tone dripping with thinly veiled contempt. "But unlike you, Copper, I don't make excuses for failure. I adapt. I overcome. And mark my words, when the time comes, I will emerge victorious, no matter the cost."
Copper's smirk widened at Jacques' defiance, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he regarded the Schnee patriarch with a mixture of disdain and admiration.
"Very well, Schnee." Copper said, his tone tinged with mocking condescension. "But remember: in war, there are no guarantees. Only opportunities. And it would be wise not to squander them."
With that, Copper turned and strode out of the room, leaving Jacques alone with his thoughts. As the door closed behind him, Jacques clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set in a determined grimace. He may have aligned himself with Copper for now, but he knew that their alliance was timid at best. In the end, he would have to be wary of the old man's ambitions, lest they both end up paying the ultimate price.
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Furher Bunker, New Berlin. 6-24-20
Reichfurther Ewers is not happy.
He had hoped that the defenses of Atlas would hold long enough to buy them time, but it seemed that even that was slipping through their fingers.
The reports he is getting his getting more and more grim the more his officers call him. the only Silver Lining is that the Blutnacht is going as planned. And Keinscht is in charge of the Defense of New Berlin.
"Dammit!" Ewers cursed under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution to their increasingly dire situation. The reports of the American and Remnant forces breaking through their lines were troubling enough, but the news of Keinscht's involvement in the defense of New Berlin only added to his worries.
"Get me Keinscht," Ewers barked to one of his aides, his voice laced with urgency. "I need to speak with him immediately."
As he waited for Keinscht to come on the line, Ewers couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the pit of his stomach. The Blutnacht may have been going according to plan, but if they couldn't hold the line against the advancing enemy forces, it would all be for naught.
General Keinscht shows up on the screen. he pale white featureless face looking directly at Ewers' own. "My Furher." He said sharply.
Ewers grimaced at the sight of Keinscht's eerie visage, the unsettling appearance sending a shiver down his spine. Despite his discomfort, he forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.
"Keinscht, the situation is dire," Ewers began, his tone grave. "The Americans and Remnants have broken through our defenses in Atlas, and reports indicate that they are advancing rapidly. We cannot afford to lose New Berlin as well."
Keinscht's expression remained inscrutable, his featureless face betraying no emotion as he listened to Ewers's words. When the general spoke, his voice was cold and detached, sending a chill down Ewers's spine.
"I understand the gravity of the situation, my Furher," Keinscht replied, his tone devoid of any warmth. "Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to ensure that New Berlin remains secure. The defenses are strong, and we have reinforcements on the way."
Ewers nodded, albeit reluctantly. He knew that Keinscht was a capable commander, but there was something unsettling about the man's demeanor that he couldn't quite shake. Nevertheless, he had little choice but to trust in Keinscht's assurances for the time being.
"See to it that you do, Keinscht," Ewers said, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "The fate of the Reich hangs in the balance, and we cannot afford to falter now."
With that, the connection was severed, leaving Ewers to grapple with the weight of their precarious situation.
"Give me the rest of the Commanders and Officers. We cannot let the Americans or Remnant interrupted our plans." Ewers said to one of the aids.
The aide quickly complied with Ewers's command, summoning the remaining commanders and officers to the war room without delay. As they gathered, their faces etched with varying degrees of concern and determination, Ewers wasted no time in addressing them.
"Listen closely, all of you," Ewers began, his voice commanding attention. "The situation in Atlas is dire, but we cannot afford to lose focus. Our plans for the Blutnacht must proceed without interruption, regardless of the setbacks we face."
The assembled officers nodded in understanding; their expressions resolute as they braced themselves for the challenges ahead. Ewers's words carried a weighty sense of urgency, reminding them of the importance of their mission and the need for unwavering dedication.
"Mein Fuhrer," one of the officers spoke up, addressing Ewers with a respectful salute. "What are your orders?"
"We must rally our forces and fortify our positions," Ewers continued, his voice resonating with authority. "We will not allow the invaders to gain any further ground. Every man, woman, and child must be prepared to fight to the last breath in defense of the Fatherland."
With a sense of grim determination, the officers pledged their allegiance to Ewers and the Reich, ready to carry out whatever orders were necessary to secure victory. As they prepared to face the coming storm, Ewers knew that their survival depended on their unity and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds.
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Hotel Beach, Atlas. 6-24-20
"So, how did this happen to you?" Jaune asked as he and his team saw the imposing figure of Frank Horrigan.
Jaune, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren where not part of the first invasion. this was because of Nora's antics that put both the Americans and Remnant to put JPNR out of the initial battle. but they are still part of the forces liberate Atlas from the Nazi Grasp.
Frank Horrigan turned to face Jaune and his team, his imposing figure casting a shadow over them. Despite his monstrous appearance, there was a sense of humanity in his eyes as he spoke.
"It's a long story," Horrigan began, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and resignation. "I was once a soldier, like you. Fought in the war, did my duty for my country. But then I was captured by the Nazis, experimented on, twisted into this... thing."
He gestured to his mutated form, a grim reminder of the horrors he had endured at the hands of his enemies. Jaune and his team listened intently, their expressions a mix of sympathy and disbelief at Horrigan's tale.
"But I refused to let them break me," Horrigan continued, his voice filled with a fierce determination. "I fought back, escaped their clutches, and now I'm here to do what I can to stop them. To make them pay for what they did to me, and to ensure that no one else suffers the same fate."
Jaune and his team nodded in understanding, their respect for Horrigan growing with each word he spoke. Despite the odds stacked against them, they knew that they were fighting alongside a true hero, someone who had faced unimaginable adversity and emerged stronger for it.
"We're with you, Horrigan," Jaune said, his voice filled with conviction. "Whatever it takes, we'll stand by your side and fight to the end."
With a nod of gratitude, Horrigan led Jaune and his team onward, their determination unwavering as they prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they would confront the darkness that threatened to consume Atlas and emerge victorious, no matter the cost.
"Brother!" A male voice shouted to the group.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Frank Horrigan turned around to face his brother, his expression momentarily softening at the sight of him.
"Sean." Frank said, his voice tinged with both surprise and relief. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Sean Horrigan approached his brother, a mixture of concern and determination etched on his face. "I couldn't let you face this alone, Frank." he replied, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "Not after what they did to you."
The two brothers shared a brief but meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Despite the years and the distance that had separated them, their bond remained unbroken, forged in the crucible of their shared experiences.
"We'll get through this together, Frank." Sean said, his voice filled with conviction. "No matter what it takes, we'll put an end to this nightmare and make them pay for what they've done."
With a nod of agreement, Frank clasped his brother's hand in a gentle but firm grip, a sense of solidarity passing between them. knowing this is time to put the Nazis back to hell. and make sure they stay there.
"Hey Captain." A Faunus-American Sargent said to Sean. "Need any help?" he asked.
"No, Howe. Just reuniting with my brother." Sean said to his sergeant as he looked at the 12-foot monster that was now his brother.
Howe nodded understandingly, his expression one of respect. "Glad to see you two are now together again, sir." he replied, his tone sincere. "Just let us know if you need anything."
With a final nod of appreciation, Sean turned his attention back to Frank, a determined look in his eyes. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, drawing strength from their bond as brothers and the camaraderie of their fellow soldiers as they fought to bring an end to the Nazi tyranny that threatened their world.
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Underground American lab. Area 51. 6-24-20
Docter Fedrick White was with some of the American Scientist, ranging from Humans, Faunus, to even Worker Drones and AI as they made many projects in this advance lab. while he would've stayed in his own lab in New Jersey, the moment America was invaded has forced the Dr. to move to Area 51. Even after everything he seen, he is still amazed by the American ingenuity.
As he entered his own section of the lab, Dr. White's thoughts turned to the latest project he had been overseeing – a top-secret initiative aimed at harnessing the power of Dust in ways never before imagined. With the fate of their world hanging in the balance, there was no room for hesitation or error. The stakes were higher than ever, but Dr. White was determined to do whatever it took to ensure that humanity emerged victorious in the face of adversity.
While Dust compared to everything else in the American Power in electricity in buildings and Gunpowder in weapons is superior to Dust in every way, especially in space. It still holds some meaning, even if its weaken form of power.
But the more recent thing in Dr. White is the fact that the Americans can merged Dust in their Nuclear Arsenal. for what for the Dr. doesn't know, but if the Americans wanted Dust to be on a nuclear bomb, then that means something serious is about to come up.
"Doctor White." the familiar voice of EVA spoke over the coms. "Your presence is required."
Dr. White acknowledged EVA's message and made his way to the designated meeting area. He couldn't shake off the sense of unease at the prospect of Dust being integrated into nuclear weaponry. Such a development hinted at the seriousness of the situation they were facing, and it underscored the urgency of their efforts to counter the Nazi threat.
As he walked through the corridors of Area 51, Dr. White mentally prepared himself for the upcoming meeting, knowing that whatever lay ahead would likely have far-reaching implications for their struggle.
As he went into the command room, he was surprise to see General John Alexander of the US Army. Alexander turns around and smile at the Dr.
"Take a seat White." Alexander said to the Dr. as he gestures to the seat Infront of him.
Dr. White nodded and took the offered seat, his curiosity piqued by General Alexander's unexpected presence. "General Alexander, what brings you here?" he inquired, settling into the chair and folding his hands on the table in front of him.
"I'm guessing you read the reports of the Dust being merged to our Nuclear arsenal, correct?" Alexander asked the Doctor.
Dr. White nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, I have. It's an intriguing development, to say the least. I assume it's part of a larger strategic plan?" he replied, his mind already racing with possibilities.
"You're not wrong for the most part White. But it is not strategic. Rather, a last resort if what we got from reports are right." Alexander told White with a sigh.
Dr. White leaned forward; his curiosity piqued. "A last resort? What exactly are we facing that warrants such extreme measures?" he inquired, his tone reflecting both concern and determination.
"You have seen our culture right Doc?" Alexander asked as he took off his Officer hat. "About how Christians believed God banished Satan to the firry pits of Hell?"
Dr. White nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him. "You don't mean..." He began, but the gravity of the situation left him momentarily speechless.
"Yes, we have reason to believe that the Nazi's are planning to open a portal straight to Hell. and unleashed their dead and demonic armies to us. and giving to reports of the Occult and twisted science, they might be in the final stages of the Portal Opening." Alexander confirmed.
Dr. White's expression darkened with concern. "If they succeed, it could mean catastrophic consequences for all of us. The power of Hell unleashed upon Remnant... We must do everything in our power to prevent it."
"That is why we are merging both the Dust and our Nuclear Arsenal together. We hope that we can close the portal from this side. But in the event that we can't..." Alexander paused before taking a deep breath. "We need volunteers to go to Hell and dropped a Nuclear payload there to close the Portal." Alexander finished.
Dr. White's eyes widened in shock at the gravity of the situation. "Volunteers to go to Hell? That's... unprecedented. But if it's the only way to prevent the horrors of Hell from spilling into our world, then we must be prepared to make that sacrifice. But may I asked, who would volunteer in this endeavor?" White asked.
"The Marines." Was Alexander's reply. "More specifically the 14th Marine division. They know Hell like the back of their hands. And Given their Nickname, let's hope their right." Alexander told White.
Dr. White nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "The 14th Marine division... 'The Devils'. If anyone can navigate the depths of Hell and accomplish this mission, it would be them. But we must ensure they have the best equipment and support possible."
Alexander nodded. "And that's what where here for Doctor. to make Sure our boys and girls make it back home." Alexander paused before he let out a chuckle.
"What's funny?" White asked.
"Just thinking about the Marines and how they bragged about Hell being their home. I won't be surprised if many of our fallen Marines in our past wars are down there." Alexander explained.
Dr. White offered a somber smile. "Perhaps they'll find some familiar faces among the fallen. But let's hope they find a way back to us soon, along with any others who may have been lost to those depths." He glanced at the plans spread out before them, a sense of determination in his eyes. "We'll do everything we can to support them."
"We shall." Alexander nodded as the two left the room together.
(AN: HOLY MOLY! Looks like the opening of Hell is coming up! Stay tune for more!)