During the late 1930s to the the mid 1940s, the world was faced with a conflict the likes of which had never been seen or fathomed by mankind before. The fate of billions of humans beings was dependant on the outcome, but fortunately the Nazi Regime...
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0321 Hours, February 16th
North Atlantic Ocean, Undisclosed Location, East Coast of Amerika
The ocean scrolled by beneath the transport shuttle like the flooring of a treadmill as it skimmed the water’s surface. Unterfeldwebel C-ZWEI eased his bulky frame, further encumbered by his suit of powered assault armour, through the cockpit’s doorway. He braced himself by affixing his left hand on the headrest of the pilot’s chair, and his right simply pressed against the titanium/adamantium alloy plate of the ship’s hull.
He gazed out of the cockpit’s window at their slowly growing destination; a floating fortress in the middle of the air. The Drachen III was an airborne aircraft carrier, held aloft by state-of-the-art repulsion technology. ZWEI had never seen it in person before, let alone receive priority orders to be transferred to its crew.
He was a Meistermӓnn, one of the current sixteen that were engineered by Nazi science to become perfect soldiers. Without remorse, compassion, or the capacity for distraction, the Meistermӓnner were completely devoted to the Reich. His was a group of all male units; the women were called the Kriegerin. ZWEI was designated product Two of batch C, so that was his name. He knew no other.
“There it is, Sergeant. What do you think?” The pilot asked ZWEI mischievously.
ZWEI huffed, his helmet muffling the sound of his low, gravelly voice. “Impractical. Vulnerable.” He sounded much like he didn’t use his voice enough, so it began to rust and decay.
The pilot laughed at the Meistermann’s response as the latter turned back towards the troop bay. “You should tell the Field Marshall that. Hope he doesn’t boot you off the side.”
As he once again ducked below the doorway that was far too small for him, he emerged in the transport compartment. It was currently loaded with a mish-mash of both personnel and equipment. Crates of firearms, grenades, body armour, and electronics were fixed to the flooring with magnetic plates, while a dozen soldiers set comfortably in the deployment seats. They were strapped firmly in place by safety braces and either sat there looking extremely bored or fiddled with their tactical gear.
If they weren’t held in place by their harnesses, it would’ve been all too easy for the fluctuating speed to throw them off their feet. ZWEI, with his enhanced reflexes and control which were further augmented by his suit’s neural link, had no such issues as he walked towards the rear landing ramp.
Most of the soldiers had grown used to his presence since their first meeting several hours ago, but others had not. Seeing a Meistermӓnn or Kriegerin off the frontlines of conflict was unheard of, and even then, they were incredibly rare. They often operated covertly in their own teams during these times of peace. When the Reich waged full-scale wars against their now perished enemies, super soldiers working with the standard military was to be expected. ZWEI however had been assigned to Neu Berlin in light of reports of a highly organised insurrection cell. He worked under the local military authorities to sniff out the terrorists and neutralise them.
