It is a time of great unrest in the M'Verse. Warring factions are spread throughout the galaxies. Planets crumble after a series of seemingly random mass invasions from universes abroad. The dark science threatens to poison the minds of all who dare...
Hitler didn't know how a small faction of the Third Reich had been transported to what was clearly Atlantis—he suspected the occult was involved, and probably the Jews; Himmler was on the case—but he didn't much care. His forces had taken over Atlantis with ease. The dragons had proved to be a bit much to take on, but they did it. And the dragontooth necklace he wore went great with his moustache.
He stared out at his new kingdom from the top of the mountain. Water as far as the eye could see. The shipwreck had been stripped for parts and ammunition—much of it rudimentary but still salvageable. The forests near the shore were in the process of being chopped and logged by a simpler form of life his fine Nazis had subjugated. A town was being built, with Albert Speer's plans for it already drafted up. Germania, what would one day be the capital city of New Austria.
Yeah, he was going all out.
"Glory to the Aryan race! Glory to me, Adolf Hitler!"
He smiled beneath his toothbrush moustache. The Aryan race was alive and w—
A red laser sword appeared out of nowhere and chopped off Hitler's head. The pudgy body dropped and bounced down the slope in an extremely comical manner.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up, Hitler?"
Materializing was a man holding the red laser sword. He wore a black robe and had a robotic leg. His chest pumped, beeped, and hissed. Mal Orthnarr, chief architect of the dark science, back on the battlefields of Darwindu. He booted the head off the mountain and smiled when he saw it pop like a cherry off a patch of rocks. That moustache was ridiculous.
An air speeder swooped down and landed next to Hitler's house. Councillor Morgaana climbed out alongside two troopers decked out in some of the fanciest body armour Mal Orthnarr had ever seen. It looked like liquid metal, with doodads and gizmos spinning and beeping all over.
"The Nazis seem like my kind of folk," Mal Orthnarr said to Morgaana, "but that Hitler really got on my nerves."
Morgaana glared at him. Then she indicated to the troopers. "Mal, meet the Mothertroopers."
One of the soldiers tapped a device. A portal instantly opened and through it one could see the flight deck for some kind of colossal ship. About two dozen more liquid-metal soldiers poured through, all armed with various gadgets, which they squinted at and tapped periodically as they combed Hitler's house and the immediate area.
More portals opened. Soldiers with weaponry came next—machineguns, rocket launchers, plasma rifles, you name it. Some even had booster boots so they could fly around the island.
And still more portals opened, all along the mountain and even down at the beach. The Nazis were quickly vaporized. The developing town of Germania was obliterated. People were freed from enslavement. The remaining dragons terrorizing the forests and skies were swiftly hunted down to extinction or domesticated into cuddly pets.
Morgaana thanked Mal Orthnarr for his assistance in this matter and waved to him as he flew away on his personal spacecraft.
Ten minutes later, while flying from star to star, the glint of something reflecting in one of the comm screens caught his eye.
He rotated his seat to look behind. Didn't see anything.
Then he heard a meow.
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