War. War never changes, even in another universe. Even more so, there was one universe plagued by warfare since it's founding and was besieged by the forces of darkness. Nevertheless, this was the world that Gunter Speidel called home. In the heart of combat, what was once Gunter's command post for his platoon was now part of the fire, the smell of war and gunpowder filling the air. The fanatical foreigners, as ever, decided to press their numbers advantage on the entrenched Cenithian forces. [i]Never works, but damn those fanatics never give up.[/i] thought Gunter as he moved through the trenches checking on his platoon. Artillery boomed with stray shells hitting the enemy encampments and their own. [i]Thought we were past trench warfare. Guess I was wrong. Those boys in the 1st Armor better get here![/i] 

	Once more, the ground shook as an artillery shell landed too close. No, that was too close for indirect fire. Looking through a hole in the trench, Gunter saw the problem: a siege troll bearing down on their ranks. The beast lumbered onwards and took careful aim at the trench. "Grenades!" Gunter commanded, readying his own grenade launcher as his platoon readying their grenade launchers quickly on command. "Target the troll! Fire at will!" A volley of grenades impacted the troll and those around it, forcing its gun to point down on the ground as the troll pulled the trigger, sending it to oblivion as the artillery shell that served as its ammunition did its bloody work. Regardless of the sight, Gunter heard another sound and soon his face filled with dread as he realized that was the sound of an artillery shell about to land close to his position. "Take cover!" He ordered his men as he began to run for cover. However, he knew it would be too late as the artillery shell landed 1 meter from his exact location within the trench, sending him down to the ground at least a few meters. It was at that moment that he was sent to another world, saved from what would have been certain death.

	It was only a miracle that Gunter survived, or so he thought. His ears were ringing rendering him deaf as he looked at the strange blue sky on his back. [i]Funny, I thought the sky was grey from where I am. Am I with the Gods?[/i] The ringing was not subsiding, so Gunter looked with his eyes. There, he saw nine other figures, all of them strange and foreign to him. It was only a matter of time before Gunter realized where he was, regaining his hearing and slowly rising. His grenade launcher was still in his hands, though there were marks of battle on it. The adrenaline was subsiding and Gunter can feel the pain of his old war wounds on his body. That meant he was alive. There was only one question remaining now.

"Where in the gods am I?"