Time slowly came back, the dusty and war-ridden buildings of Alexandria back into Tyrant's view, as he rounded the alley, aware that he had his Norwegian friend surging above, the giant coming round the corner- riddled with bullets yet still operational. The man inside knew full well there was still a fight to finish, and they had their job in securing Alexandria.
"Holy shit, this is a real nut to crack. We're almost at the harbor- they sunk a British naval ship there, but expect heavy resistance." Tyrant said, the man inside the seven foot armor sweeping his route, as he quickly took out a large cluster of British infantry firing from a rooftop. The 40mm HE rounds almost tore the small building apart, as Tyrant led the way down the street, taking fire from any and almost every angle at his frontal 90 degrees. Perfect- since Viking was bounding across the rooftops and basically having easy targets to shoot.
"Victoria, how's the situation? Me and Viking are almost to the harbor, how copy?"
"I understand you Tyrant, good to hear. There could be some artillery in your area.." Victoria, the 505th's voice on the other end said, as almost in that moment, with perfect timing, a whole set of artillery tore apart the area in front of Tyrant, even himself knocking back as the large figure held back for a moment, the artillery coming in as quick as it finished. The 75mm fire had brought some buildings apart, but it was mostly superficial, since it had struck an area they had cleared already.
"Yeah, tell them that me and Viking have this under control- I understand the lads on the guns want to blow shit up, but preferably not me. We'll feed back once we have the harbor secured- there's hives of them dotted here, but they didn't expect us, I can tell." Tyrant said, looking to Viking as he moved fluidly from position to position, the orange haze from his thruster pack giving him the edge from roof to roof, across crevasses of streets that would never be possible with feet. Tyrant sent a volley of fire towards a harassing MG position, blowing the British infantry apart, a little too directly to Tyrant's liking but none the less, getting the job done. The large black armored figure kept going, aware that bullets weren't going to cut it today. He had already had too close an encounter with a tank, and that, he didn't want to have again. Tyrant kept his pace, aware that they were coming close now.

The rocket boosters on Viking's back gave off a small trail of smoke as he flew through the sky. The elite soldier from the cold north, now serving for his German occupiers, flew gracefully from rooftop to rooftop, gunning down any and all British soldiers who were all too occupied shooting at the giant steel soldier down in the street. Viking landed on one of the roofs, firing at one of the soldiers with his MP45 into his torso. The others backed away and aimed their revolvers and revolvers at him, firing at the steel soldier in shining armour, or not too shiny due to the sand and the bullet marks on his armour. Their bullets only bounced off him, though the shear amount of bullets made him stumble slightly backwards, but nothing he hadn't trained for. He raised his assault rifle and opened fire again, emptying the magazine as all the Brits clutched their stomachs, legs, arms, or groins.

Then he heard Tyrant's and Victoria's voices over the comms, telling each other that they had the situation under control, like the 505th always did. The best of the best in Hitler's endless armies, using top-notch technology made by the best minds from the Third Reich. And hadn't it been for the fact that by now resistance was futile against the Axis powers, and that Viking himself wished to fight against the Bolsheviks from the start of the Winter War in 1939, being able to continue the fight after Norway was lost, Viking would have been Jakob Norheim in the Norwegian Army somewhere in the UK, possibly having to face the 505th and certain death. He had been lucky, but it was a bitter sweet luck.

"If they so much wish to blow something up, tell them to wait for our coordinates on other British ships out in the harbour making life difficult for us. I tell you, Tyrant, one of these days I want to be the one shooting those big shells from afar. Could that be arranged?" Viking said jokingly over the comms, jumping from the rooftop to another one, reloading the MP45 with another magazine and taking a look at the devastation Tyrant was causing down on the street. "What about the other ships in the harbour? Are they staying or trying to flee?"

Tyrant watched on, a smirk on his face as he watched all hell break loose ahead, and Viking fly on over, taking out another nest of British soldiers.
"Whatever is there is either sunk or going to be bombed anyway, I'll call some rounds later for that purpose. then we can hunker it down." Tyrant added, giving some heavy fire on the gate of the harbor, as he moved forward, aware that it was a very open and exposed area. Moving through, the titanium and steel modern-day Gothic Knight of Aryan blood perhaps bringing the cutting edge, the most advanced piece of tech along with his colleague to the front line. This, was warfare's edge, that could trigger a new era, a new age, a new way of thinking. Tyrant thought of what he was before. A Major, a high-ranking Waffen-SS officer, and he held good regard. He did things that others could not, and it was why he was here. Doing this, in charge of this group. He was now a ironclad impersonation of death himself, Death's Head incarnate in seven feet of protective stuff with a 40 millimeter weapon. And Viking was no different- he could fly, to an extent. He was faster, harder to target, and still had some bullet protection from rifles and Stens. He was everywhere inbetween the blink of an eye sometimes, and Tyrant knew that it was this, not companies, that won fights.
"If you want a shooting position, you've always got my back to jump on my friend. Shouldn't be too hard if you want some mobile cover across this place- we'll sweep that warehouse then clean the last of them out on the harbor by that bombed ship. Then the Panzers can come and help us secure the position- we've cleared all the AT guns, there could be a few left on the rooftops of this place, as well as a few Bofors. Have a look for yourself."
Moving past the gate, he quickly moved through towards a warehouse, completely obliterating the front as he saw British troops fire, a PIAT whizzing past him as he impacted almost a few meters from Tyrant's suit, sending a hell of a noise off inside. He was knocked off his stance forwards, but recovered and laced the area with fire, arcing his HEDP rounds onto the balconies and inside, as he kept moving, the armored and wide feet coming down loud as he hustled forwards.

"Roger that, Tyrant, watch your fire on the rooftop while I'm up there. Over and out." Viking said over the comms as he saluted Tyrant as he watched him wreck havoc down in the streets once more, giving the British to consider their own position in this war, though they most likely would defend what they rightfully claimed as theirs. In the midst of sand-coloured houses and Mosque towers, Viking located the warehouse Tyrant had been talking about, and from what Viking could see from he roof it didn't look too much of a task for him.

Viking activated his boosters and ascended up into the sky and heading towards the warehouse. The shining man flew through the air and descended down again towards the rooftop, when he saw that the British indeed had Bofors. And they were firing at him, with worrying accuracy! Taking the risk of coming down too fast, Viking put his thrusters on the lowest level so he fell quickly down onto the roof, it was the only way to quickly get down on the roof without being targeted successfully by the Bofors. On the roof, it was business as usual, with Viking evading the incoming small-arms fire and accurately taking down the British infantry on the roof. One even decided it was better to jump off the roof rather than face certain death from the flying devil that was Viking. "Rooftop secured, ETA on the warehouse?"

(I do want to end this scenario quite quick- so my next post is probably going to be a transition.)
(Nebelwerfer- because it werfs Nebels. They call it a smokescreen launcher..you'll see.)
(Also, could Viking free-run? Sorry, just this realization that Titanfall ALSO ripped off Viking, because you know, thruster pack, parkour, etc.)

Tyrant moved in, heavy and hard in his footsteps, as he kept up the fire. Bullets ricocheted, as he took out a whole group on a balcony inside a warehouse, the crates of disassembled rifles and even an artillery piece non-functional. The place came apart, as he moved through, sweeping quick and fast, slugging out 40mm rounds wherever he saw fit. A whole fireteam was torn apart in a couple of rounds, Tyrant going static as the seven foot beast churned out fire, before moving up and switching to the two automatic Luger C96 pistols on his gauntlets, just to take out a pair of enemies in a confined space. One even tried to bayonet charge Tyrant, as the beast in the black armor saw the few rounds hit him, but do nothing, the caliber not enough to stop an adrenaline pumped soldier emerging from a container. He knew he wouldn't get knocked over, so he wanted to kick back- and that was what he did. A sharp kick from his steel boot sent the man down, as Tyrant executed him, before taking his 40mm weapon again. Moving back out, he kept sweeping the warehouse, quickly coming at the other end.
"Yeah, looks good. Jump down if you want. We're almost done here. Jump down, stick on the ground for the moment or be an easy target." Tyrant said, as he moved through the warehouse's far door, towards where he saw British soldiers running, and JU-87 G2 planes coming in, strafing the ground in the harbor, as Tyrant helped the pilots take out the runners, who were moving to cover behind a wreckage of a Churchill tank. They were quickly torn to bits, as Tyrant moved up, looking to the ships in the further end of the harbor, as he took up a defensive position by the
"Okay...Victoria, you receiving?"
"Got you loud and clear, Tyrant."
"We're in position to co-ordinate your fire- what exactly have you got?" Tyrant asked, as he took out another fireteam behind a set of sandbags, their Bren gun ricocheting pointlessly off Tyrant's armor, as he hardly felt it inside the steel suit of armor as it cut out midway in it's long bursts, the gunner sent to the floor by a large 40mm round going off feet from him.
"Artillery, Rockets or Stuka runs are all yours. Just give me the call."Victoria replied, as he kept an eye out, the former being 75mm worth of several barrages, the middle being Nebelwefer rounds, and the latter being the obvious solution.
"Start up with the first two, then bring the Stuka pilots in to finish any survivors. We have almost defeated them wholly here- what do we do from here?"
"Just hold out, you'll be spearheading the rest of the town, but you're to sit tight and await reinforcements so that we can reinforce our position. We cannot strech our lines too thin, or you'll end up in a bad part of town where even your life expectancy Tyrant, wouldn't be that high. Got the co-ordinates?" Tyrant heard, as he looked over to Victor, before back at the ships in front on the far side.
"They should be sent."
"Got them. Wait for the fireworks." Tyrant heard, as he looked over to Viking, before looking back. Firing down range, he sent a barrage of rounds down the harbor, taking out a few runners that were moving towards the other side, and out of the docks, the sporadic 40mm rounds detonating around many and causing dust and dirt to be kicked up, the desert city's harbor now a ruin almost.

What sounded like hell rained down, as the Nebelwerfers hit first, the rockets demolishing one ship, as suddenly, the immobile destroyer's ammunition holds went up, followed by about half the dock, which crumbled apart into the sea. They lit up another warehouse, the explosion immense from the barrage and the ammunition it hit, as even Tyrant was half-knocked aback, as he watched the 75mm fire rip through another ship on the end of the dock, and almost completely destroy whatever was left here.
"Holy fuck...that was some serious fire!" Tyrant said, indicating to Viking to follow up, with the giant himself.
"Let's go finish whatever is running now, there can't be anything!" Tyrant added, as he moved up, past the destroyed Churchill, and towards where the dock had been bombed, and all munitions had truly hit.

(He can free-run yes, I think we honestly have to consider suing them before it's too late! And with all that money, we can make our own movie about the RP, and make even more money! It would be banned in Germany, Russia, Australia, etc etc but who cares?)

"Alright Tyrant, watch out below!" Viking said to Tyrant as he watched him exit the warehouse from the other side. From prior experience, Viking knew what carnage had just taken place inside the building he stood upon, what horrors the British soldiers faced against the behemoth that Tyrant posed to them. Viking confidently walked straight off the rooftop and fell through the sky feet first, before he activated his rocket boosters just before impact, and landed somewhat softly on the sandy ground.

The British machine gunners focused on Tyrant, not taking notice of Viking who came running up behind the massive piece of steel. Tyrant's armour-suit was big enough to give Viking complete cover, with a little crouching and not sticking his arms out. While Tyrant was busy with the machine gunners up-front, Viking took the time to scan their rear-flank for fleeing British infantry. Viking raised his MP45 up to his shoulder and scanned the buildings through the scope of his rifle, switching the firing-mode to single-shot. Over the comms, Viking heard Tyrant and Victoria toss tactical information and artillery coordinates between each other; Stukas, Nebels and normal artillery, all feared by the Allied armies for their massive firepower. Viking, who had read after-action-reports from the Invasion of Norway, knew that while the German artillery were feared, the variety of cannons and rocket-launchers meant that supplying all these different weapons would be difficult if not for a constant stream of supplies. Who knows, if the German war-industry had been weakened, then that could mean a concerning shortage of shells and rockets.

Viking continued to scan the buildings behind them, and it seemed to be quiet except for one British sharpshooter who hid inside a house, hiding in the shadows. Viking quickly took care of him, firing a single round from his MP45 and killing the Brit instantly with a shot to the head. He turned around to Tyrant just as artillery fired for full effect. All the explosions knocked Tyrant nearly back, while Viking was knocked straight on his back in his lighter and less stable suit. Luckily it was strong enough to survive a small fall like that, and Viking quickly got back on his feet. "Some serious firepower indeed! Stalin's Organ ain't no match! I'll go in high and look for survivors, check your fire, might be survivors who can't or won't fight anymore there." Viking said to Tyrant, activating his rocket boosters again and flying towards the dock, trying to avoid flying into the large chimneys of smoke that their artillery had made.

Underneath him he could see mutilated corpses of British soldiers, sailors, and to his horror even what appeared to be civilians, all laying in twisted ways with blown off limps and burned skin. Moments afterwards he could see soldiers walk towards Tyrant, arms raised in the air, soldiers who knew better than to face the Steel Behemoth and wished peace more than war now. "It's hell down there, Tyrant, your boys really gave Montgomery a taste of high-explosives! I can't see any considerable threat down there, but be careful. I'll keep my eyes open, Viking out."

Tyrant moved up, watching as the soldiers surrendered.
"All of you, walk in that direction, right now? Anyone got a grenade in their hands? Lob it into the ocean and put your hands up- I don't want you killing all your friends if you think that will harm me." Tyrant said, as the soldiers moved forward, all putting their hands in the air where Tyrant could see them. Viking sort of herded them towards Tyrant, and he led them, out towards the warehouse they had been momentarily a short while ago. A squad of Wehrmacht were already rolling through, and a couple of Panthers, even a King Tiger, could be seen down the street that they had cleared out. The German forces were surging in, now that Tyrant and Viking had blown a clean hole right through the middle of the Allied forces- allowing the gap to be widened and for German forces to fight and the remainder Italians to do the cleanup. Quite literally- the German forces in this theatre had decided that rather than wasting German hands on such a matter, the Italian Corps were dealing with weakened Brigades and in the case of Alexandria, only helping to guard and reinforce areas where the Germans had thin spacing. But that was of little concern to Tyrant at that point, as he led the surrendered men, and only realized fully what he had. At least 30 men had surrendered- almost a whole platoon. Somehow, Tyrant couldn't think that this was a little more than just crazy. The German troops and their lorries quickly sorted them out and within ten minutes, they were gone, cuffed and brought into a German entourage going back along the coastline to the German Headquarters.
"Victoria, patch us through to Field Marshal Rommel. I have words, to say the least." Tyrant said, as he looked over to Viking, looking out on the harbor, the seven feet of steel and titanium standing tall among the mess that was here.
"Understood. He's on the line now." Victoria simply said, as he looked back, half-turning to see Viking come down and hit the floor.
"Field Marshal, we have secured the docks. The place is a ruin, and German forces are pushing through. Waffen-SS and our Wehrmacht lads."
"Good to hear, Tyrant. It truly is good to be working with you again. We are setting up a Forward Operating Position at the Alexandria Docklands- and as you know, I always keep an ace in the hole. You were just part of it- you should see what I mean just about now." The Field Marshal said on the other end- a good friend of Tyrant's, one that he trusted and put faith into. A loud whining noise could be heard, as even Tyrant could make it out. The few Arado 234 aircraft could be seen just above, along with a few ME262s that could also be seen in escort, taking some flak but significantly less than anticipated.
"Damn...well, what about us? Where now?" Tyant said, watching what he knew had to be hell coming in for the British.
"Hold the line, and wait out. We'll send you out again soon. Well done, Major." Rommel said, as Tyrant smirked.
"Alright then Viking...we'll rearm, and go back out. I'll tell the lads that they have nothing to fear, since Tyrant is bloody here to clear this town of one British platoon at a time." Tyrant said, as he moved up, the giant moving back into the warehouse and back towards the front of the dock entrance, the battle now fully raging. But the worst had passed- and now, Tyrant knew they were in for the long run.

---

25th November 1943
Peenemunde, Germany

It seemed strange at Peenemunde, being back again. The Map of the world had changed drastically- and the line on the Scottish border of which the British had until now held out to had been broken after a peace deal struck by the resistant Scottish dependency created in the aftermath of the fall of London, and the Germans capitalized on that. They had to set it up as a Protectorate, and in return, the Germans gave the Scottish a high level of autonomy, something that seemed ridiculous and a first for almost 250 years- any power in Edinburgh significant enough, yet a betrayal to any Allied force. As a result, Allied troops were forced out due to Scottish opinion that now supported German troops, and any fighting that occurred meant that by the Battle of Fort William, an event that all members of the 505th had seen, had decisively defeated any last British forces that were grappling in Europe. Gibraltar, the annexed territory by the British of captured French Morocco as well as Gibraltar in the eastern Mediterranean was the last foothold that any British forces had- with the Italian and Vichy French Navies now gaining the upper hand in the Mediterranean and decisively dividing the British Navy in theater. The Suez was captured, and after Alexandria, Germany had practically brought Egypt under a shared protectorate with the Italians- with mainly Vichy and Italian forces dealing with the remaining British and Allied forces in the Arab Peninsula and in Sudan. Germany had also entered a Customs Union with Switzerland, and was practically incorporated into the Greater Reich- though hundreds of thousands of Jews still were able to preserve their safe-hiding in Switzerland, and avoid the persecution. Anti-Jewish sentiment had turned more towards slave labour, with perhaps individuals such as Speer being listened to more than racist leaders- even Hitler submitting that the war effort required more than just racial eliminationist policies, the technology and power of his forces demanding that. Hitler himself, despite his policies, had decided that rather than simply dedicating huge effort of men that simply could not manifest in real terms to eradicating the Jewish race, he was to earn every penny from them- a sickening and horrifying prospect still to Tyrant, though something he knew that perhaps that someone like him would be in a position to know. There was no more of this- and Tyrant knew that while Jews were the "new enemies of Germany", to Tyrant, they were human beings- and he felt sympathy, felt even to some regard, some anger. But that was not his case- it was not his will to deal with. It was politics, and he was a soldier, a man of Germany and the Reich, not a biologist. Jews were still at risk of being killed, and thousands a month were sadly, being killed in the occupied territories or forced to build construction or massive infrastructure projects for either the Army or the German Reich. Things like this even Tyrant disliked- he actively loved his country, and was a proud member of the Waffen-SS, but perhaps, he could never say he supported it. And he would never pull his weapon on an innocent Jew, even if it meant he could become a leader even more than now. He had no need. He soldiered, and he soldiered on how he did. Most Allied forces had fallen back to Iceland and even Southern Greenland- the huge migration and the biting cold of the Winter now coming in. Many suffered, and food was scarce, the entire forces reliant on imports from Canada. An operation in June 1943 to take Jan Mayen and Northern Norway, before the winter set in by the Allied forces- particularly British and Canadian troops, did have some success in order to try and secure a landing ground for Allied forces, as well as connecting shipping with the Northern Siberian ports that were not taken by the German forces yet. This had little success- and the Battle of Trondheim was a decisive Allied defeat, the Allied forces simply unable to effectively fight in the conditions. From there, by late October, the winter had hit hard. And the evacuation of British and Canadian troops, upon the realization that supplies were almost completely dried out, the Norwegian resistance had been stamped out under the Nazi boot despite their valiant and huge efforts to upset the German status quo, combined with the fact that German Mountain Brigades and Axis-fighting Norwegian troops were far better accustomed to the mountains of Northern Norway, as well as the Kriegsmarine's flotillas of U-Boats completely destroying large quantities of supply ships further turning the tide and making their situation hopeless and dire. The Evacuation of Tromso was only a few days ago, and all forces were retreating to Jan Mayen, Iceland, Greenland or Canada. Many would starve, freeze or die of other diseases, the German army guessed- and much of High Command agreed that it was best surprisingly, to capitalize- with superior equipment, planning and experience from Norway giving German troops the power to strike quickly and end the war in Northern Europe for good. In contrast to Alexandria, the war was becoming cold, as the Germans drew up Operation Zeitgeist- the Invasion of Iceland, the North Atlantic Theater now the main focus and perhaps, the continuation of bloodshed and most of all, decisiveness.

Hans sat in the bar, already drinking down a glass of a Czech Pilsner, drinking down as he looked to the others. The rest of the team was here- and they were back home again, he thought to himself. They had been here for a long while. Maybe Allied Intelligence had figured it out. Looking around, there wasn't a single man that even Felix would distrust. They were far too pissed, or local. He had always watched his back, and as far as he knew, Peenemunde was incredibly secure. Recently, it had undergone huge security measures, and several gates meant that access was even harder. The main facility had been reconstructed, and a bunker of sorts now existed, where the armory, as well as other items relating to the 505th existed. They were still developing equipment for the 505th, and a few other projects were on the site- the most critical being a V-3 project that was currently being created and further advanced as a weapon that could strike as far as 200km. It was ridiculous- this was the future of warfare, and somehow, Felix and Hans felt good about being a part of it.
"Waitress, can I get another beer?" Hans said, putting his second back, as she tutted. He brushed it off, as she poured another glassful, Felix looking at Hans. They wore their moreover casual uniforms- all apart from Felix, whose uniform had gained a few medals and ribbons since a few months ago. He seemed like he could now compete with a higher officer in terms of military decorations, because he was indeed, well awareded.
"You with women, Hans. You'll never have any luck like that. Look at her. Good Aryan blood, and you just blew it." Felix said to Hans, laughing a little, aware that it was perhaps a little too far, but none the less, he had to say it.
"Are you saying I'll never find a woman then?" Hans said in response, as Felix laughed.
"Yeah, probably...you need to work on it my friend." Felix simply said, as he drunk his beer a little down, the quaint bar reasonably quiet at the late evening.

The team enjoyed being back in safe and un-touched Peenemünde, especially the bar the workers and soldiers at the research facility always went to when they had time. That included Raven Squad of the 505th, and now Rudolph and Jakob sat alongside Hand and Felix who all enjoyed beer from all over Europe, Axis-occupied Europe that was to say. Rudolph had just ordered Bayer lager, while Jakob had been sent a bottle of Norwegian Akvavit and enjoyed by himself.
"Give Hans some time, Felix. It's not his fault that he hasn't seen a lady for months fighting the Tommies and Yanks." Rudolph shot in after Felix, watching the waitress as she returned with his lager. Rudolph hadn't fought with Felix and Jakob down in Africa, which was easily noticeable due to their tan skin from the hot African sun.
Jakob poured himself another glass of Akvavit and downed it, grinning and shaking his head as his throat caught fire. But he bursted into laughter and smiled at his friends surrounding him. "What about you then, Felix? You seem to be married with your uniform and the Army, may I so ask you where you have your womanly expertise from?"

"A man like me has it, Jakob. It's natural- Officer training at my level practically sets it up for you, as well as the fling I had when I was younger and raring to fight as an officer. Sadly, her father thought otherwise- he was a Socialist. I won't go into what happened, but I think it never would have worked." Felix said, as he looked back at Jakub, a certain look on his face.
"Ah, he will find someone, Hans will somehow." Felix said, chuckling a little as he knew he was ripping into Hans a little.
"With respect, fuck you Felix. Everyone has their time, and like Jakob said, you are married to your uniform. You know which one." Hans simply said in response to that, as Hans drunk up a little more.
"Perhaps. I hear we are to be deployed soon. Scotland was hell, Felix- we were fighting even on the Shetlands, can you believe? They are so desperate now, they will hold onto the last finger of their country! Well, at least they are gone, and perhaps they'll either freeze or just cede Iceland to us."
"It will never be as easy as that, my friend. We have matters to deal with there- and I hear Ludwig has done quite the work with our equipment." Felix said, looking to the three.
"Back on the topic of women, I think that you know, Rudolph, you have a good chance. I heard rumors between you and Victoria...apparently, you two are quite the pair, or so I've heard?" Felix added, looking over to his fellow German, as he drunk a little more beer down. He was usually a little more reserved, the thin and tall Major perhaps not the man you would have thought was Tyrant, Hell incarnate for some people.

Jakob laughed at Felix's answer, taking another sip of his aquavit while listening to what he said about her father. He thought back to his own father, or rather his entire family home in Norway, living under occupation just like the English were doing now. He had sent letters home, writing about the war in general as he wasn't allowed to describe the details of the 505th missions, and asking how things were back home. He did receive replies, but it was only his sisters that wrote in the letter, never his father nor his mother. He didn't blame them, and sometimes he wished that he had never joined the Wehrmacht, for now in his parent's eyes, even as their son, he was no better than the German occupation force back home.

While Jakob's eyes stared empty into space, Rudolf was still very alive and in the conversation. "I agree, the Allies are stubborn enough to keep every square of land they can keep, hoping for that turning-point in the war to finally strike back. Heh, good thing that day'll never come, bad thing we'll be sent in to clear up the mess." Rudolf chugged down the rest of his beer and ordered another one. And then The Question came, not just a question, but The Question he knew would come sooner or later. Yes it was something between him and Victoria, quite a few things had happened in his personal quarters that any teenage boy would die to witness, and he wasn't about to let the cat out of the bag yet.

"Pffh, and I guess you've also heard that Der Führer is having a thing going on with his secretary, Eva Braun? Meine gute Herr Felix, I thought SS men such as you would consolidated with the Gestapo before throwing allegations around...Not that I would mind, she does have quite a delicate bottom." Rudolf said, bursting out into laughter after a moment of serious silence, and drinking down the next beer he got. He had missed these moments, just being with his brothers in arms, Raven Squad, the best in the 505th.

"Speaking of rumours, as I walked past the office of Von Braun, I heard him speaking with some officer about something called an atom bomb. Can you believe it, the Allies want to bomb us using atom-sized bombs? They're mad I tell you!"

"Hmm....must be something more to it than that, surely. It must be like our Heavy Water, the things we have in Norway currently, at Rijukan I hear there's a whole station, even I don't have that high a clearance, but they are making quantum leaps in the production of it that we have taken over from the Norwegians." Felix said, sitting up a little, as he drunk on with his beer.
"And that sounds like a...well, flirt if I ever heard one. If you go for it Rudolph, I would say that whilst she's a wild card, you would have a good chance." Hans said, looking over, chuckling a little, as the night carried on, the bar a little lively and active. That was, until a car came in, marked with Wehrmacht markings, and a single officer came in.

Felix recognised the man- he was from Peenmunde, and he looked over, aware that this was about something else than a drink.
"Sturmbannführer, with me- I have a request from Doctor to bring you back to the base, as you are to be immediately redeployed. Sir." The officer said, saluting to Felix, as he stood up, looking to the rest of his men, as he looked over.
"Redeployment? Ah, excellent. Come on lads, let's go." Felix said, as he looked to the others, walking out of the bar and into the cold wintery day outside, the snow not yet fallen yet the autumn subsiding slowly to colder and colder weather. Clambering into the back of the Kubelwagen, the car pulled away once the team was aboard, leaving for the Research Base.

A few minutes later, and they were in. It was still the same place, after all, it hadn't changed much lately. Walking into the main facility centre, Felix recognized Dr Ludwig, already aware that this was the chief of the engineering team that made it possible to get all this equipment operational and running. The evening was beginning to pass, and it was getting darker, and colder.
"Ludwig, good to see you- apparently we've been called out to deal with a special threat, something to do with Iceland. I assume you heard this too?" Felix said, as he gave a gesture for them to follow him to the armory, where their suits were.
"Yes, indeed Your armor has been winterized and adapted for colder climates. The temprature in Iceland is dropping, due to a cold front- and it's expected to plunge to -30, so you need armor and equipment that will deal with it. Tyrant's is already suitable due to it's sealed nature and existing climate control, but for the rest of you, you might find your armor is more snug than usual to cater for it." The engineer said, as they headed in.
"Now, Felix, I understand that your armor was more than adequate, though you did have issues. I have fitted a much more robust self-standing feature, so that if the armor fell over on you, you would be able to pick yourself up, due to the enhanced design. I have also designed a far more direct-impact option for your 40mm launcher- firing 128 tungsten fragments as a high velocity, high spread weapon. Practically turns the MPX into a automatic shotgun with a range of around...well, 200m. It may come in more handy for closer quarters." He said, looking over to the armor, as he noted the camoflage on it.
"HEDP, Incendiary and Armor Piercing rounds are all in this canister, and it's as good as ever- the suit shouldn't be different. I hear you insisted on the black to remain, despite the fact that it's a winter operation.."
"Trust me Ludwig, it is fine. Looks fine to me- thanks Doctor." Felix said, taking his officer's cap off, as he sat down by it, having a look at the suit. It had been repaired and brought back to it's good old combat standard, with the armor solid as ever.
"Over here, Hans. Your flamethrowers are the same, and there's a heating system installed on the base of your suit. I've also mounted a more robust set of mechanical gear, so that you can move a little faster. The armor's been repaired since last time, and likewise, not much has been done either. Now, Rudolph, Jakub, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you yours- Hans, Felix, I hear that you are to be deployed shortly, you are to be briefed fully on the way to Torshavn, where the Kriegsmarine will be responsible for your deployment on Northern Iceland as a part of Operation Zeitgeist's succession from those islands. I hear the Allied Forces have set up a geothermal plant close to the coastline, situated on a dam that holds a huge volume of water in it. Safe to say, the city of Akureyri would be demolished in several key areas, and the geothermal plant is the only reason they still have lights in the air when our Arados and Heinkels fly over to bomb their facilities and structures- so destruction of the dam as well as the shutdown and potential research on how they are getting this geothermal power would be essential. It seems they need your touch on this one." Ludwig said, as bit by bit, Hans suited up, and Felix lept into his armor, already aware that whilst it wasn't in his office, it had been repaired and maintained. He had ditched his jacket, and just had a shirt and his trousers now, as he sat inside, the suit secured and sealed off, as he took his oxygen mask inside, and linked up the HUD. Tyrant's feet juddered forwards, as he checked the MPX in his gauntleted mechanized hands, and cocked the weapon, chambering a large 40mm sized tungsten penetrating round, that would like Ludwig said, splinter into tens of pieces and spray anyone close by with devastating effect.
"Well then. Winter is coming, but I assume we are ready."

While Rudolf had left his last beer on the table and started walking with Hans and Felix to the car, Jakob hadn't really heard what was being said. He was far away in his thoughts, thinking about home and how things could have been, how much he missed his normal life, how he missed speaking Norwegian and just being Jakob and not Viking in the 505th. Rudolf noticed that Jakob hadn't moved a muscle, and paced back to him and patted Jakob on his shoulder. "Come on Jakob, we've got to go!"

They entered the main facility in Penemünde, and both Rudolf and Jakob recognized the genius behind their superior technology, Doctor Ludwig. Felix did the talking with the doctor, while Rudolf and Jakob took note of their improved suits and the adjustments Doctor Ludwig had done on them. It was natural for them to have winter camouflaged suits when they landed on Iceland, and Jakob couldn't help but smile slightly as he saw his white piece of armour. "Brings back memories from Finland, us Scandinavians in our white uniforms, invisible to the Russians as they advanced, not knowing what was awaiting them. But the Allies must have thought the same. "Jakob said to the others, walking over to his armour and inspecting it, and finally starting to take it on. Rudolf did the same thing, checking out the armour and looking out for any pieces of un-painted black steel. As he was about to take on his armour, he first looked at Felix entering the armour of Tyrant, and then over at Doctor Ludwig, a confused look on his face.

"Wait a second, Doctor, how are the Kriegsmarine supposed to deploy Felix onto Iceland? I mean...look at him, he's a ton of steel and death, it's not like they can simply anchor up at the Allied docks and unload him, they'll be shot to pieces."

"Ahah- I thought you would ask that, in particular around Tyrant. We've installed a set of water jets on the back legs of the suit for limited propulsion, and the fact that the suit is already sealed and reinforced like a atmospheric diving suit, means he can walk on the surface of the ocean- which around Grimsey and that area would be around 200m deep until the coastline. The other three of you have a lot of weight as well you should remember, but we have a Submersible that the Kreiegsmarine have adapted for you three to cater for the weight- Tyrant here will be on the outside and using a set of inflated equipment to remain a relative buoyancy in transit, since you will be at least 100m deep in the water. Tyrant won't be able to surface at the same point as you due to his mass still bogging you down at a specific depth, so he'll carry on moving on the sea floor, whilst you use the submersible to hit land and move from there, One of our U-Boats, U-235, will deploy the submersible- I do not know exactly what the nature of your operation is surrounding it, but I do know that it is critical to your war efforts." Ludwig said, looking over, as Felix, or Tyrant, inspected his legs.
"I see...I've dived before, when I was with the Italians, it happens to be the only thing they can actually do and not fuck up without running. They have some unique skills in underwater demolition." Tyrant said, as he looked over to the rest, already aware that they were almost ready to go. Vampire looked over at his two flamethrower nozzles, securing then to his armor as he put his visor down, checking his gauntlets as he felt the suit come alive, as he moved his feet, feeling good to be back in.

---

Somewhere above Vagar, Faroe Islands
1900 Hours
26th November, 1943

The Ju52 came in, reminding the team, particularly Sturm Adler and Vampire, of a beginning to all of this.
"We are ninety seconds from landing! Our forces have seized control of Vagar Airfield, three weeks ago- the runway has only just been repaired, so we might have a bumpy landing!" The pilot said over the radio, as Vampire, faceplate up, looked to Sturm Adler.
"Brilliant." He simply said, as they came down, the plane carrying on the 505th and their equipment, all the soldiers suited up. The plane landed comfortably on the dirt runway, the snow dotted across the island a sign that winter was coming. It hadn't snowed intensely here on this island, but there was some dotted around. The plane slowed down, the noise of FW190s and Me109s, as well as even a few Arado 234s and a pair of Me 262s, which were the pinnacle of the Lufftwaffe in that time.

The black-painted Junker aircraft came to a halt, as Vampire got the large rear door, opening it up- aware that this plane was also carrying lots of supplies for the newly-constructed base of operations for the Lufftwaffe, as Tyrant moved through, the noise of planes and lorries audible, as a truck pulled up, with the driver opening the door and saluting the seven foot tall mechanized beast that was Tyrant.
"Sturmbannführer, with me- we are to take you to the docks right away, I have information that your equipment for your operation is there, Sir." Tyrant heard, as he looked over, speaking through his microphone.
"Good. Squad, in the truck. We move out." Tyrant said, as he moved around, the open-topped lorry a little hard for Tyrant to clamber aboard onto, but the new system in his legs made him a little more able to clamber, and he was first on, barely being able to get up as he moved to the front, sitting on the cab since the seats looked a little unsuitable. Vampire took a seat in the rear, as the rest of the squad followed. The sea was visible from the runway, and as they set off, the noise of other lorries, and planes roaring over, as well as work on hangars and operations centres was keenly at work. They were driven down the road, onto the dirt as they headed to Sandavágur- where a rudimentary U-Boat operations centre had arisen, and U-235 was moored up there. The day was coming to an end, and the wind was chilling, though none of the soldiers who were armored up would feel it. The bleak and snow-dotted rural terrain of the Faeroe Islands had seen the Allied bases scattered everywhere be abandoned, when the German invasion force landed- the predominantly American forces finding that they were completely inadequately armed, and that navally, that had been cut off. They were starved out, and then taken as POWs, off in mainland Europe- with their bases left behind, and used to house mainly German and Norwegian Axis soldiers now. The bases were dotted across the landscape, as they drove through the village, Tyrant looking out. It was -5 here already, and while the sunset was glorious, the temprature was going to drop even more. Ice was on the lorry, and on the roads, so the driver was taking it carefully, as Tyrant caught a glimpse of the submarine.
"That's it. Right there." Tyrant said, raising his metal arm at it, as he pointed out the sub's bridge, poking above the water at a small concrete jetty. The truck stopped at the security clearance, and then drove in, the place clearly unrprotected from any air-raids but they didn't need to be, when the Me262s and other German fighters had completely crushed the American bombers and fighters underfoot- and the fact that many bombers suffered in the cold on the ground meant that bombing runs were suprisingly infrequent to reach this sort of place now, let alone Norway or the Northern Scottish isles, where similar German installations arose.

They stopped by a few tents, where Vampire disembarked first, faceplate down, all the men aware that these were the men of the 505th. The emblem of a Knight on horseback sat on the armored soldiers' suits with an SS symbol below it, the emblem small yet reminding others that this indeed, was the unit that they all feared. Tyrant looked over, seeing one particular naval officer look over, and move out of a tent, as Tyrant knew what he was looking at.
"Captain, I hear this is your vessel? You know enough about who I am, and these men too, so let's keep it simple. We hear you are our transport."
"Aye Sturmbannführer, it is indeed. We have quarters for you and storage- the submersible has been loaded in our torpedo bay, and all of the equipment we were sent. It seems rather strange.."
"We know how to deal with it, Captain. Now, when are we leaving, and when will our exact orders come through?"
"We leave tonight, in three hours. Your exact orders will come through in approximately the time we leave too, via our Enigma machine- though this will be two-pronged. There is a Long-Range Radar Installation on the island of Grimsey, north of the main Icelandic island, and we need to eliminate this before we bring any bombers in to keep the Allied fighters on the ground and blind- and the dam overlooking Akureyri also of significance, since it houses a combined Hydroelectric and experimental Geothermal plant that the Allies have used to power this island, and when there's tens of thousands of soldiers reliant on electric heating, it would be a good idea to destroy it, ja? We arrive in two days at 0400 Hours- I hear that no regular unit could do this, so we were instructed to have you to bear, since this is your type of show- Tyrant, could I see your face, it would be more comfortable to give orders.."
"You wouldn't want to look at the face under this, Captain. It is mere convenience that there is a good layer of metal between me and you. Let me not advocate to the High Command back in Kiel that a certain U-Boat Captain asked questions of circumstance. You are on a need to know basis." Tyrant simply said, as Vampire looked over.
"Believe me, Captain. Really, not a good idea. Besides, that would just spoil the mystery? The seven foot mechanized beast that from North Africa to Moscow has turned Allied soldiers to whitened ghosts? Look, we'll get our quarters sorted out, and since there's a few other SS officers coming as well in a few minutes, perhaps you'll have to make your guess of who it is that we are. But you know that'd be foolish." Vampire said, as Tyrant looked over to the ship, chuckling through comms as he looked to the rest.
"Well...fine, my men will get you aboard. We are running a skeleton crew, so there's i one triple set of bunks for three of you, and one officer's room. You can sort out who gets what- I will leave you to your own devices." The Captain said, as Tyrant nodded as best as he could, leading the way as he headed to the entrance of the U-Boat, hoping the rest followed.
"Sturm Adler, you can have the officer's room. But we're keeping our armor in there- and that guy, what a bastard. Good thing there's other officers coming aboard, they won't have a clue who exactly we are. Some people deserve to know, others, like him, are too questionable, and perhaps better embedded in the mystery of myself." Tyrant said, moving up, as he saw one of the men point down, the cramped U-Boat complicated by the fact that Tyrant was tall, wide and overall, large. He barely fitted inside the hatch, and barely managed to move through, the tight space almost impossible to navigate, as it took him minutes to move, every step careful as he still bashed into most of the metal railings and sometimes, was forced to squeeze up, the exoskeleton coping as he was bent over most of the time. He saw the rooms designated for them, and opened the hatch, already moving into Sturm Adler's room, as the size of it was pretty significant. There was just one bed, but there was probably room to at least keep their armor around, for the moment being. Since this had a skeleton crew at the moment, it seemed like that would work for them- and as Tyrant secured his armor against the wall, and clambered out, grabbing his officer's cap as he lept out, he was already off to his bunk, aware that he had to grab himself the top- where he would feel least seasick.

Good thing that Raven Squad arrived wearing their armour; the first being that they wished to keep their real identities as low-profile and top-secret as possible for their own safety, and secondly being that it isolated the cold North-Atlantic winds that blew across the islands. And as they would reach Iceland in a few days time, it wouldn't exactly get any warmer for the 505th.

Stürm Adler and Viking kept quiet as they drove from the airfield and towards what would be their home for a few days, an U-boat. Stürm Adler was quiet due to him just observing the troops stationed there at the Faeroe Islands, a proud mix of German and Norwegian troops, ready to fight the Allies wherever they would make a last stand. Viking on the other hand had a bit of trouble, basically, he was hungover. So good for him that he was in his armour too, much easier to pretend to act normal though inside he was doing his best not to fall asleep. And the turbulent landing had done its fair share to shake up his stomach.

When they were directed to the U-boat and their respective cabins, Viking unstrapped his armour as quick as he could before running off. "If anyone needs me, follow the sound of my entrails..." He said to the others as he ran off, trying to find a restroom in the U-boat even though he had never been in one before.

Stürm Adler took his time to take of the armour, not helping but smile. "One should think I'd been given a promotion, I have a cabin all by myself. Heh, perhaps I should ask for a transfer to the U-boat fleet after the war, sail in the Pacific and getting a tan? Remember when we were on that Japanese U-boat, Vampire? It's been a long time since then, long before Tyrant and Viking." Stürm Adler said, not even sure if Vampire was standing there to listen to him. It had been a long time since him and Vampire had wrecked havoc in the USSR, bringing down a rocket facility and escaping right under the Russian's noses thanks to their South African friend. "Did you see Viking back at Penemünde? When he heard the King of Norway had died, he seemed really sad about the whole affair. He seems stable now, and I trust him with my life, but sometimes I just wonder what would have happened if he didn't join us. He could be one of those Allied soldiers we're going to storm soon, fighting against the very people he's fighting beside right now."

Felix listened to Rudolph, sighing a little as he watched Jakub go, hearing him out on what he had to say.
"Of course, Rudolph. Times will change, the New Order of the world is coming around. Not everyone on this earth has the privilege of being German, but they do have the privilege of serving a greater Reich, and that means we are all united in that aspect, no matter who we are. I do not want to sound like a Bolshevik, but we are all tied to the strength of our world, we work together for that common goal. What separates us from the animals is our ability to craft, tinker. Mechanisms like these came from the start of that. Things will be one day not the same as it is now, anarchy and war, there will be peace, and there will be some sort of prosperity and ethnicity we will all trace to where we come from, be it Norwegian, Danish or German. He'll get past it, and eventually, things will be normal." Felix said in a certain manner, looking over at the two, Rudolph and Hans.
"Anyway, I'm going to have a look at my bunk. See you lads in a moment." Felix said, as he left Rudolph and Hans in the room, going to their quarters.

"Perhaps you are going up in the world my friend- it is technically Felix's, but he seems to understand you well. You have that streak about you, no doubt he is impressed. And it feels like too long ago. Us two, against the world, it felt like...well, nothing could stop us. A crazy feeling of course, but it's what we do best. Making them run. Anyway, I'm off to the bunk as well, Viking's going to be left with the crap bed if I don't move. Plus, I need some fucking sleep. I hold my beer better than Viking's, but even I feel shit. You take care, mate." Hans said, looking over as he smirked, patting him on the shoulder as he then headed towards the room Felix had gone into, the quiet noise of the engines of the U-Boat spinning up.

---

Thirty minutes later, and nothing much had really happened. Felix and Hans were asleep, Felix because he was tired, and Hans because he was half-hungover, and there was nothing better to do. But in the midst of that, a knocking belowed out on Rudolph's door. The Northern Irish female wore a fairly formal black uniform, though no rank could be seen on the shoulder, wheras an SS one could. She heard the door open, and looked to Rudolph.
"Thought I'd find you here. They assigned me onto the U-Boat too, turns out there's something for us two." Victoria said, as she adjusted her hair a little, the bun neat as she then waited for him to open the door. Once he did, she entered, already looking up as the door slowly shut, and she reached up, her lips against his cheek, as she hugged him tightly.
"Ah...you haven't changed one bit. Apparently, I was assigned to your room, and looks like there's only one bed between us." She said, as she knew that he was a little dumbfounded, as she took off the buttons of her uniform. Underneath, her skintight infiltrator gear sat, her two orbs poking out in particular, as she kept close to him, the SS symbol on her shoulder as well as the matt-black and thermally insulated infiltrator gear too much. Her rear stuck out a little more than usual, and she kept close, moving to the bed as she sat on it, giving a sort of "Come Here" gesture to him, a balaclava wrapped around her neck, as she looked over.
"They got me an atmospheric diving suit with an MG42 and a motor system, can you believe! But anyway, there's a radar installation on Grimsey, just north of the Icelandic landmass, that stops us from bringing our bombers. Apparently, we're to go destroy it, and you're coming with me to be my little hellraiser. I suppose I'll be your guardian angel and all. We'll use one of the delivery torpedoes to get close, then we'll move in and figure out what we have to do get rid of it. The main mission is going to be delayed by a day because of this- but High Command is fine with this, as there is no entire hurry with this- but the radar station needs to go." She said, holding his hand, as she put her leg close.
"And yes, as far as infiltrator equipment goes, I opted for this. Moving in this is really nice, puts my agility training to good use. We're to just set C4 and blow it to hell, apparently. Then we get back into the water and back to the U-Boat." She added, as she leaned back against the metal, feeling his warmth.
"You know, maybe losing Reinhard was the best thing I ever had done. And that boyfriend in London...never understood what really the perspective of the world meant. He just stopped believing and caring in any sane cause. He had to go, he was a threat to everything I worked for. Being a double agent has it's perks, and he was one of the worst." She said, as she knew that it would come as news to Rudolph, but it had to be said.
"He's gone now at least. And me? Well, I did what brings about some sort of sense to all this. You must have viewed me as some traitor, some coward. But I know that when it comes to those fecking British, they'll scourge anything. My father always talked of them like the Devil, the things the Unionists did to our family...and now look at them. On the other side of the moon, hiding. As fecking should be." Victoria said, keeping her leg close.
"Their squabbles were never my thing. The moment I joined, I knew I'd be working to get these dammned bastards out of the way. And then I got contacted, by another member of the Security Service, from one of Admiral Canaris's subordinates himself, that if I wished to be German, through my mother's birth in Munich, and that if I wished to change the tide, I always had the option. It took me around a month, but I made the British security service cringe. It's a good feeling, but wet work requires not just brain, but finesse. As you can see I have..." Victoria added, as she unzipped the front, the material opening up, as she stopped before the vital moment, touching Rudolph's hand.
"You can do the rest..." She said, raising his hand for him, and part-willfully, part in his own actions, the zipper revealed two breasts that couldn't have been more unavoidable for a particular German.

Rudolf thought about to those old days, him and Hans/Vampire, storming Allied positions in an small English village, even him hijacking a Sherman tank to use it against Allied attacks. He missed those times, perhaps it was the adrenaline about embarking onto something different, or the fact that the Allied had a lot more to put up against the Axis warmachines than they did now. He gave Felix and Hans a simple nod, dug down in his thoughts and feeling tired after the flight to the island.

Half an hour later, Rudolf was having trouble sleeping and had decided to read a book. And the only book he found in his cabin was, of course, Mein Kampf written by Der Führer himself. He had read the book before, and chuckling to himself he was looking forward to the sequel where Hitler hopefully would write about the war, about Germany's glorious heroes and the future of a united Europa. He had gotten a few pages in when a knock was heard from his door, and so he got off the bed to open up the door. It was Victoria, the last person he'd except to end up inside the U-boat, and the person he hoped most for to be there.

He was stunned, not only by her sudden appearance there, but also what she was wearing. Even in her regular uniform, her feminine figure easily showed themselves through her clothes, and Rudolf underneath to his luck. She walked into the cabin and he closed the door behind her as she kissed him on his cheek, beginning to talk about her new clothes, equipment and her participating in the mission on Iceland. She continued, after gesturing him to follow her to the bed, on about Reinhard and her unknowing boyfriend from England back when she was a double-agent, and her general feelings for the English.

Rudolf would have started asking her questions about how she got to join them out in the field, and why they weren't informed earlier of this change of plans, but all he managed to utter after moving his hands to unzip her suit, was; "You're getting good at surprising me, and I don't mind it one bit."

"I suppose not." Victoria said, as she looked down on Rudolph, aware that the metal walls, while a little echo-y, would keep the noise in, on the most half. Not much more needed to be said of the few hours they spent, letting him take the lead.

---

(Grimsey, by the way, is a island off the northern coast of Iceland. Very, very far north- it is actually on the border line of the Arctic Circle)

29th November, 1943
0300 Hours
Somewhere close to Grimsey Island, Iceland

The U-Boat stuck deep, and quiet, rumbling under the waters that many freighters felt scared to run on. Akureyri saw ships enter in and out, but the winter was hitting hard, and many of the encampments already saw a growing proportion of soldiers dying from hypothermia and cold-related problems. But under these waters, you wouldn't tell if you were in the tropics or under the Arctic Ocean- this was the North Atlantic for what Sturm Adler and Victoria knew, as she led the way of the pair. She wore her uniform over her tactical suit, as Sturm Adler, suited up, followed the femme fatale.
"You always thought I must have been passive, ja? I mean, I always sat at base and gave you support. Turns out that was just a stopgap, I mean, for a long while, I wanted to become operationally involved. But perhaps, the frame of a female is not as suitable as the typical Aryan man, so I have a different method, if you know what I mean." She said, looking back at him, as she opened a hatch, clambering down some stairs, as they headed towards the front, the torpedo room. It was empty, bar one or two Mariners.

A large Atmospheric Diving Suit of some sort, that had been hugely changed and modified (a MG42 instead of the gun there, and a cleaner sort of appearance with the air hoses, the back being a pair of huge air tanks and so on) sat in one of the corners by a large opened crate. An MG42 sat on the right arm, and it stood about a little larger than Victoria did, though modifications within the legs and arms bulked up the suit, clearly the motorized system.
"That's the thing. It's an atmospheric diving suit, built to withstand the pressures of the deep. I'll call out on radio what my callsign, let's keep it quiet for now. It's roughly between what Vampire has and what Tyrant has in terms of armor, I'm guessing- it can take a good beating, but it is not built solely for it. It's the best that the designers in the Kriegsmarine can develop for a requirement to dive deep and far below any detection. Now, the North Atlantic Ridge, some geological thing apparently, makes a seriously steep drop to almost 2,500m before the landmass of Grimsey and Iceland comes to about 300 meters deep, so we're going to need to use a set of water thrusters to make sure we don't sink to the bottom. You'll probably die if you drop below 700m- though I'll have to wait till about 1,300m before my suit becomes compromised. You'll feel a little squeezed, but yours should be fine, after Dr Ludwig's modifications. Don't let it panic you- you'll just use up more oxygen, and so on and so on. Follow me, and you should be fine." Victoria said, the Mariners checking a pair of oversized torpedoes, that were clearly developed for only one reason- to carry a payload of two very heavily armored soldiers. She moved over towards a desk, and retrieved a Gewehr 43 Rifle, with an attached Vampir optical sight and a silencer on the end of it, that had been particularly developed for this rifle- making it capable of ranges of up to 500m as a silent sniper rifle. A Sten MkII Silenced, or the MP 751 (e) as an adapted German weapon, was also on the table, and had been modified considerably, eliminating the flaw of the SMG overheating under sustained fire as well as being far more accustomed to Victoria's hands. Yet the only noise this thing made when the shots were fired was the firing pin being hit, and the target perhaps being a little..noisy, if they were hit non-lethally. But Victoria always made sure of the latter. Lastly, a Welrod, her last silent weapon, was the last to find it's way into her suit, tucked into a reinforced bulky cabinet on the rear, by a reinforced battery and a hefty oxygen tank, which suited itself to prolonged periods of diving. More than perhaps Sturm Adler's would last, as it seemed a purpose-built device. She retrieved knives, grenades and other explosives, packing them in, as she checked the specialized and reinforced MG42, jacketed up in a metal casing and connected to a large ammunition store on the suit's mid back. She looked over at Sturm Adler, who's underwater equipment was not specialized, but would be required- an oxygen tank and a connection to the already existing supply in the suit would be required, as well as the water thrusters that would at least keep them from sinking. The ones on her suit were similar to what Tyrant would have in their size- they had to be particularly brutal, in order not to sink like a brick into waters far too deep.

"Check your oxygen supply, have it ready. It may be something new to you, but once you realize how incredible the feeling is, you'll long to return. Remember, the pressure will crush you like a tin can if the suit becomes compromised in any way- 600m is deep enough for us to linger at without Allied Shipping seeing us." She said to him, as she walked back to hers, the suit about a few inches taller than her, and a little wider. Taking her uniform off, her infiltration equipment on with a Welrod at her hip and her...well, tasteful rear visible to Sturm Adler due to the nature of her infiltrator's suit. She clambered in, detaching the helmet as she put it back down once completely in, sealing the suit as the entire thing whirred up, and her arms vaguely connected. A remote firing had been set up for the MG42- many things felt like they had been developed from Project Tyrant, and been incorporated into the development of the diving suit. Perhaps more things would come across from Viking's and Tyrant's projects, over to the others in the 505th perhaps. But even in this thing, Victoria knew she was no Tyrant- she was a little more bulky and a little larger a target than Sturm Adler, perhaps with only a little more protection. The U-235 itself was in itself, a proof of what the Kriegsmarine had seen as a rapid development- and the great emphasis of submarine warfare had allowed them to deeper, and far, far more below the surface than ever before, this almost going to a maximum operating depth of 500m- far, far deeper than many submarines had ever gone before. The fact that their suits were made of such high grade material, and designed with such precision in mind to tolerate such pressure, was something which at the time, did astound Victoria. This was a nation that was making technological quantum leaps, and it felt like anyone that was on the other side wasn't going to have a chance.
"Okay..all feels good, with me, Sturm Adler. Operational Channel from here on out- You're in the other tube, since you can't share I'm afraid. And it's like a fucking steam cooker in here..." She said, being a tease to the man that she knew she could perhaps call an "interest", to a very specific degree, as she felt the heat kick against her suit. Though she knew she had to disembark at a point and go out into almost -20 degrees of cold, getting some heat into her body and then moving out, would work. The fact that the skin-tight infiltrator suit was heavily thermally insulated didn't look obvious, but even clothing of this type was getting more and more future-like, she thought to herself, and she'd feel a little chilly in this thing, but not freezing.

Moving over, the suit's metal feet making a loud clanking on the metal floor, she began to crawl into one of the torpedo tubes, with the assistance of one of the mariners. She backed in, legs first, as she kept her arms high, the mere fact that this was the way it was a little strange, but something she had to get used to. The nosecone was slid back on with a pair of exploding bolts, to detach it once the torpedo had travelled at least 20km, the whole thing fueled up and a long-range operation. She sat back, checking communications, as she felt the tube be lifted, another group of Mariners placing it into the firing rack, as she felt the whole mechanism jump.
"Well...if this is what being fired out of a cannon feels like, I'll stick to wearing this sort of stuff. Callsign's Swordfish, Sturm Adler. I'll see you in the water- look for the light. Oh, and don't worry about depth charges. We're fathoms below any, and you wonder why the Allies haven't figured out submarine warfare truly yet." Swordfish said, looking out her visor into the blackness, a giant yellow light mounted on her shoulder- disengaged for the moment, as she hummed something to herself, then feeling a giant rush. as the whole thing propelled, with a loud crank and a sudden whirring. On the scale of things, the submarine and the torpedo that had been fired was insignificant, but the occupants of the next fired torpedo that was sent alongside, and the one ahead, were more significant than any Allied force would think.
"I'd love to tell you how much sweat there is inside this thing around my breasts, but I think we've gotten all the...well, hot talk over earlier. Let's just stick to business. I suppose once we hit ground, I'll be running around shooting anything that seems to be a threat to our progress, patrols and the like with my silenced equipment. Only use the silenced FG42 to eliminate anything that comes close- and remember, don't make too much noise. Once the charges are down, you return the favour, escort me back to this thing, and we'll clear the rest of the island's AA defenses out, before calling the Fallschrimjager to finish the job and for us to drop back into the deeps of the ocean. By that time, they should have the rest ready with that submersible of theirs, I hope so at least, and we'll be off to the mainland. You'd be surprised at what they teach you to do back in Britain..shame not a lot of my comrades saw the same, and instead, are now dead." Victoria said, chuckling at first, aware that teasing Sturm Adler did partly piss him off, but was something he enjoyed, and she went for that sweet spot at times. She felt for him- more than she did for Reinhard, just because he wasn't so undisclosed, and perhaps more attentive, and not so loud and unthoughtful. Not so distorting and getting in the way of her personality, he listened to her, and she knew he enjoyed it. It was perhaps something her personality took- a much more independent and thinking woman, not some object. And it was that perhaps that made her feel right about Rudolph, to feel at ease with him. Thoughts like these helped her to pass the time, inside a reinforced and motorized heavy atmospheric diving suit that was within a torpedo, about half a kilometer under the North Atlantic Ocean, above a giant ridge of sorts a couple of thousand meters below, that separated the European and North American parts of the world. Things, at least to her, didn't look like they were getting any more sensible anytime soon. This was progress, and more than that, this was the victory she craved.

Sturm Adler had expected to fight and travel quite many different places with the 505th and Raven Squad, and so he had, but partaking in a sub-sea assault had not passed him at all. The only time he had been in a submarine other than this travel to Iceland, was when they travelled by U-boat from Germany, all the way to Argentina and then across the Pacific Ocean, and now the High Command demanded that he and Victoria do something never done before. Then again, they were both part of the 505th, and they always completed the impossible, more or less with total destruction.

He moved right behind Victoria as they made their way to the torpedo room, and Victoria slenderly slipped into her own piece of armour, just as terrifying as those worn by the rest of the 505th. "You would be the only one I'd consider sharing one with, now you realize how the rest of the 505th feels inside their shell." He said to who he now had to refer to as Swordfish, quite fitting really. She was always such a tease towards him, but she meant every word she said. Victoria knew how strong of a woman she really was, and everything about her said that she didn't take shit from anyway, knowing how to deal with life in her own way without any help, and how to treat a man like he felt appreciated. And many a time after their first encounter back at Peenemünde, they had had plenty of times to show eachother what they felt, and would do, with each other.

The torpedo carrying Stürm Adler shot out of the U-boat, headed towards island of Grimsey where they would meet the last bastion of "Democracy and Freedom" in Europe. Now they would show them what would rule Europe under a 1000-year Reich, Germany. "Jawhol, meine Frau. Remember who's going to looking out for your ass up there."

Swordfish chuckled, as she checked the suit's motors, as they fired up, the detatch point coming very shortly.
"Indeed. But you're going to have to be a little more careful than me keeping hidden. We're detaching shortly, don't panic. You're going to feel the pressure a hell of a lot more than I will, but it will hold. Look for the reflectors and large beams of light." She said, as she checked the suit one last time, as the two torpedoes suddenly split in half, the rushing pressure almost sending a creaking noise through, as the bubbles from the previously sealed torpedo escaped upwards, as well as the rebreather gases from the two. The sea was completely black, but as Swordfish's small but massively powerful halogen lamp, mounted just on the right shoulder of the suit, activated.

At 600m below the waves, the simultaneously thin but wide path of light was all that Sturm Adler could probably see, as the water jets on the suit of Swordfish activated, herself looking out the reinforced pane at the complete darkness outside of it's path. The pressure felt like it hit, the titanium flexing and compressing, but holding. And holding well. It was German engineering to perfection, that allowed them to survive. She could go deeper, but for the sake of Sturm Adler, she wouldn't. They had no need.
"Welcome to the deep....it's a good thing they sealed that suit of yours and adapted it a little more, or else you'd be as crushed as sardines in a can. Do not panic, and remember what has been gone over." She simply said, as she was propelled forwards, the lights illuminating the way ahead, as the sea floor was visible just below, and the two armored soldiers were going to go from the ocean to the snowy hell that was an Icelandic island. It felt surreal, at 600m deep, but it was a depth that even a U-Boat captain wouldn't want to go down to. But these suits, they could do it, or this is as far as Swordfish wanted Sturm Adler to go to.
"Okay, if our current course is on track, we are four kilometers from the coast. Will take us about another half an hour, at this rate- and it's going to be fog, or heavy snow I hear. So let's make the most of that when we arrive, ja?" She said over the comms, a little blury due to the water, but the two were going at a regular pace, towards shore- the deep oceanic ridge subsiding to a more regular level of the North American tectonic plate, which sat right below them, and slowly climbed, up to the tiny island of Grimsey. The landmass rose, but the sight of lava, bright orange, bubbling from the earth's innards arising filled the area with a little more light than Swordfish's light.
"Look at that...if that is what sits in the centre of our earth, it's like some sort of liquid rock...imagine what the Geologists will be like, when they have their hands on this equipment after this. Incredible." She said, as they slowly and surely rose a little, the depth being relieved as they headed closer and closer for the island. She wanted them to stay under till they hit the island itself- right till the shore. Swordfish guessed there were anti-infantry and anti-tank defenses on the beach all along it's surface, But they had a different insertion- right on a lava field, where the earth continued to spew whatever it was that came from below it's crust, she thought to herself. That was regarded as a no-go area for any British or American force on the island. And yet, the armored fist was going to make sure that the Allied radar station would pay as a result for that mistake, as they continued on, through the water, the darkness now only illuminated by that orange glow, and the halogen lamp.

Stürm Adler chuckled as Swordfish warned him of the pressure, but as soon the torpedo launched forward, he felt himself holding onto the torpedo a bit harder. The pressure of the sea squeezed him and his armour ever so slightly, but his training and now nerves of steel, kept him sane as they made their way underneath the Atlantic Ocean. The constant pressure reminded him of Moscow, the constant pounding of artillery, tank fire, grenades and infantry, and the demolition of the Kremlin right underneath his feet, it felt the same. "Let's hope this will be the first of few endeavours underneath the sea, I'd rather be a tank than a torpedo.

He turned his head to see what Swordfish was talking about, and looked down at the liquid rock which spewed out of the bottom. "They'll be wishing they'd been here years earlier, when the Atlantic Ocean won't be littered with Allied ships. I'm not a praying man, but I'll be damned if that isn't the gate to Hell." He said over the comms to her. He hoped that they weren't too far from their LZ, or whatever one could call a LZ when coming from the ocean.

Soon the torpedoes reached what Swordfish had told Stürm Adler were their entry-point. The torpedoes slowed their movement until they reached a complete stop, marking the final station for their trusted underwater transport. Stürm Adler did his best to get off the torpedo, his armour more clunky that it usually was, even for his now years in use. "Jawhol, Swordfish. Ready to raise hell on Earth, meine Frau?"