"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.

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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.