– Fuhrer's office, New Berlin, Third Reich Germany, Wolfenstein Universe , Year: 1960 - 11:12 AM –
The Fuhrer of the very very very hated and despised Third Reich sat at his desk, reviewing documents about the SCP Foundation, its anomalies, and other rival organizations. The papers, printed by the Arasaka Corporation, detailed significant intelligence.
"Zu denken, dass einer der SCP, der als SCP-2430 bekannt ist, ein Klon von mir ist (To think one of the SCPs known as SCP-2430 is a clone of me)" he mused quietly to himself.
His train of thought was disrupted when a Reich soldier entered the room, offering a crisp salute.
"Mein Führer, wir haben Herrn Gustav gebracht, genau wie Sie es verlangt haben." (My leader, we have brought Mr. Gustav as you requested.)
Hitler nodded, and the soldier escorted Gustav, a traitor from the Foundation, into the office.
"Oh my God, it's you," Gustav exclaimed, visibly shocked.
Removing his glasses, Hitler questioned, "Do you know who I am?"
Gustav seemed hesitant and nervous. "You're the, um, painter-turned-politician, then the leader of Germany?"
"Exactly. I sense your reluctance to utter my full name," Hitler remarked.
Gustav gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, let's just say that almost everyone in my world despises you so much they avoid saying your name... ever."
Upon hearing Gustav's response, Hitler showed little concern. "...I don't know what I was expecting. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. You will tell me everything about your Foundation's operations, including their rivalries and conflicts with other organizations and factions. Are you in or out?"
"If it means me striking back the Foundation and avoiding being terminated as a loose end by the Chaos Insurgency, might as well," Gustav agreed.
"Wunderbar. Now, follow the soldier to the recording room to document your discussions," Hitler instructed as he rose from his chair, "But remember this, Herr Gustav." he said, his tone deepened with malice.
"Yes?" Gustav asked, noticing the shift in Hitler's tone and growing anxious.
"Should you attempt anything that endangers my life or this war effort, I will have you executed by firing squad just as I did to that pathetic fool of a traitor Fegelein in the '40s! FEGELIEN! FEGELIEN! FEGELIEN! FEGELIEN!" Hitler's anger boiled over, punctuating his outburst with repeated slams of his fist on the table as he shouted the name.
Gustav watched in terror as Hitler's rage filled the room. "Understood, Führer," he managed to reply.
Hitler took a moment to compose himself, then settled back into his chair. "Good, now leave."
After the Reich soldier escorted Gustav out of the office, a Mangler entered, its undead form looming large in the dim light.
"Any progress on the war, my zombie ally?" Hitler inquired.
"Da, we have gotten some leverage on this universe's Germany and will push the forces through the eastern front toward their universe's Russia once Germany is fully under our control. However, these MTF forces in Leipzig are proving difficult. Unlike anywhere else in Germany, they're hell bent on keeping us away from the city."
Hitler raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think they are hell bent on its protection? Berlin's defense would make sense, but what makes Leipzig so important?"
"Based on the SCP Foundation data we have it seems a foundation facility known as Site-54 resides in Leipzig. It manages 'partially uncontainable' anomalies and employs highly skilled personnel, that could be the reason why they are defending Leipzig so heavily."
"I see," Hitler nodded. "Relay my orders to Kroenen: continue pressing the attack on Leipzig until the enemy's resources are exhausted. Secure Germany entirely before making plans to strategically push our troops through the eastern front into Russia and the western front to establish a foothold in the rest of the country in Europe."
"And what of the American front?"
"Inform Engel to maintain the assault and ensure the enemy is utterly crushed. Direct our naval fleet through dark aether portals in the Hudson River and New York, as well as in the waters of Europe and along America's coasts. It is time to demonstrate our might on the seas!"
"Da, I will relay the message," Mangler acknowledged with a nod before leaving the office.
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Seated on his crystallized dark aether throne, Forsaken engaged in a conversation with two hologram projections crafted from dark aether crystals. One projection displayed an alien with glowing yellow eyes, while the other depicted a general in a helmet adorned with glowing red eyes.
"I assure you, my offer can bring substantial benefits to your factions," Forsaken said, his smile reflecting his confidence. "With my power, you will gain the resources and advantages needed to conquer your enemies."
The Alien on one of the projections responded with an unknown alien language.
"Yes, my alien friend!" Forsaken responded eagerly. "The Chimera will gain significantly from my offer, as I can provide you with an abundance of humans to convert into Chimeras."
"I'm not sure," The general in the other projection expressed skepticism. "The Helghan Empire is managing on its own."
"But you struggle against those who condemned you and the Helghast to that toxic planet you live in the first place," Forsaken countered. "I can guarantee your victory, transforming the Helghan Empire into a dominant force not only in your universe but throughout the multiverse, bringing your empire to extend across all realms, ushering in a new era for the Helghast and its people."
The general paused, considering Forsaken's proposal. "I'll need to discuss this with my superiors. We'll be in touch soon enough."
"Very well," Forsaken replied, satisfied with the conversation's outcome.
As the projections faded away, Forsaken let out a weary sigh. His attempt to sway the Chimera and Helghast seemed to have fallen short. Just as he contemplated his next move, a voice with a Russian accent, carrying a distinct zombie undertone, interrupted his thoughts.
"Struggling to bring them to your side, my comrade?" the voice asked.
Forsaken turned to see the glowing reddish-orange menacing eyes of a dark aether Mangler approaching him, however, he was a bit... different.
He wore the same armor and a helmet similar to his fellow Manglers, but blood red in color. Painted on its chest armor were the crossed sickle and hammer, and instead of the usual sickle and shockwave cannon, it wielded two massive dark purple gauntlets with dark aether crystals attached to their backs. These gauntlets bore a striking resemblance to Vi's from Arcane: League of Legends, though larger and more intimidating.
"Ah, Rorchevsky," Forsaken greeted, acknowledging the Mangler. "You've made some modifications to your gauntlets since your encounter in the other universe with Anderson?"
"Indeed," Rorchevsky replied. "They held up well, and I'm prepared for another confrontation with him when the time comes after aiding your war efforts, of course. How did things go with the Chimera and Helghast?"
"Negotiations were challenging," Forsaken admitted. "The Chimera showed interest in the offer, especially the prospect of more humans to convert, but the Helghast general was more hesitant. He needs to discuss my proposal with his superiors."
"Typical," Rorchevsky commented. "Their hesitation is an obstacle, but not an insurmountable one. Once they see the value of your assistance in achieving their ultimate goals, they'll come around."
(A/n: Just a reminder I introduced Rorchevsky in my other book Danny's Bizarre and Creepy Adventures on Wattpad, so you can check that out for more details and yes the stories are connected.)
(Artemis099: This is the editor of this story, I didn't read the other one, so I don't know much what he was talkin about)
"Indeed it is."
Rorchevsky nodded. "So, what are my orders, comrade?"
"The Wolfenstein Reich and my dark aether tempests have failed to locate the U-Boat Eva's Hammer, which was stolen by BJ and his rebel group, the Kreisau Circle, and all of their major nuclear stockpile is onboard the vessel."
"Let me guess, you want me to find it?" Rorchevsky asked.
"Yes. Locate the vessel and take as much of the stockpile as you can," Forsaken instructed, handing his old friend an Arasaka tracker. "Additionally, eliminate BJ if possible. Once you've secured the stockpile, attach the tracker to the U-Boat so the Reich can continuously target it."
"I could take over the vessel and eliminate everyone on board," Rorchevsky suggested.
"We're pressed for time, Rorchevsky," Forsaken countered. "I need you and the rest of our forces on the battlefield in this universe where the cat is, and I'm sure he and his friends are bound to plan their next moves, and we can't afford to give them time to organize a counterattack. Our goal is to deliver a crushing blow swiftly, and I can't risk BJ and his allies getting involved in this war."
"I see," Rorchevsky mused, his laughter echoing with a manic edge. "Eliminating BJ would shatter the Kreisau Circle's morale, leaving them at the mercy of the Reich's relentless attacks. Death by despair and hopelessness. Quite sinister if you ask me."
Forsaken's grin matched Rorchevsky's sinister tone. "Exactly what I aim for with the cat, suffering, just like the two defeats he inflicted upon me," he said, his voice laced with malevolence. "Now go, and once you've completed the mission, return to me before heading to this universe's Germany where Kroenen is currently stationed."
"Very well, old friend," Rorchevsky acknowledged, giving a respectful bow. He then opened a portal using his dark aether-fueled gauntlets and stepped through it.
As the portal closed, Forsaken leaned back into his throne, lost in his thoughts.
"Hmmm..."
Suddenly, a dark aether tempest materialized before him, whispering something important in his ear, in which a smile crept across Forsaken's face.
"Excellent. Deliver it to Engel and instruct her to test drive it in New York."
The tempest nodded and vanished.
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– New York City, America - 11:00 AM –
Inside the flying fortress known as the Ausmerzer, Irene Engel presided over the command deck, engaged in strategic discussion with Fu and Mohg about their encounter with the GOC and the next course of action.
Irene examined the GOC badge Fu had handed her earlier. She then turned her attention to Mohg. "Mohg, the city's terrain and buildings have changed drastically due to your battle with this kid. And Fu, your associate Mr. Blackhole failed in killing the cat and his friends in the building, which we now understand was our enemy's facility known as Site-28, thanks to new information from Arasaka, and were still somewhere in the city."
"We are still at an advantage though," Mohg asserted. "They have yet to inflict any significant damage to halt our onslaught."
"And they're certainly on the run, sort of," Fu added.
"But their resistance is persistent, and they show no signs of stopping anytime soon," Irene countered. "We must break their spirits and take control of this city before proceeding to the rest of the states!"
Fu rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, we get it."
At that moment, they heard a door open and were met with Mr. Black Hole entered the command deck, dragging an injured GOC soldier across the floor with the soldier's exo-suit slung over his right shoulder.
"Brought a present for ya, Engel," Mr. Blackhole announced, tossing both the exo-suit and the injured GOC soldier at her feet.
Irene's grin turned wicked. "How delightful."
The GOC soldier slowly regained his senses, and as his gaze fell upon Irene's sinister expression, he was momentarily disoriented and confused. "Huh?"
With her hands clasped behind her back, Irene knelt in front of him, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Are you in pain? Don't worry, pain is part of the cycle toward death," she remarked with a dark chuckle. "But I'll show you some mercy and ask you this."
Holding up the GOC badge, she coldly demanded, "Who are your people, and what is this organization of yours planning in this war?"
The GOC soldier spat defiantly. "Go to hell, Nazi bitch!"
Irene sighed and stood up from the floor. Without a second thought, she brutally kicked the GOC soldier in the face, breaking his nose and causing him to clutch it in pain.
"You know, watching someone die at the hands of a living being can grow boring for me," Irene remarked bluntly. "It often involves the same mundane methods: stabbing, shooting, or beating. But we in the Reich have found much more inventive ways to kill our enemies, through the use of soulless, man-made machines that can kill you in ways that a human can't imitate, and it's glorious!" she said as her grin stretched wide across her face.
"The hell are you talking about?" the GOC soldier asked, wincing as he held his bleeding nose.
Irene gave the soldier a dismissive glance before snapping her fingers. At her command, a Heavy Robot that had been stationed in the corner of the command deck moved forward, heading toward the GOC soldier. The soldier's expression shifted to one of horror as he realized the impending danger.
"NO! WAIT!" he shouted in desperation.
Ignoring the soldier's desperate cries, the Heavy Robot stomped on his lower body, eliciting screams of pain. In what seemed like an eternity of suffering, the Heavy Robot lifted its foot again and crushed the soldier's upper body, leaving behind a gruesome red paste that splattered across the floor and even onto Fu's face, but he seemed perversely delighted by the spectacle.
Irene chuckled in satisfaction. "Another fine mess to remember in my sleep."
"That was a pretty normal but brutal way to kill him nonetheless, but I could have made it even better," Fu remarked with a wicked laugh.
"Keep dreaming, Fu," Irene replied dismissively.
At that moment, a dark aether tempest appeared in front of her, whispering something significant in her ear.
"Is it ready?" Irene inquired.
The tempest nodded.
"Then let's proceed with the test," Irene commanded. She turned to Fu and Mohg. "You two continue your assault on the streets." She handed the GOC exo suit to Mr. Blackhole. "Send this suit to our research division in New Berlin for study. We can use da'at Yichud technology to replicate and mass-produce these suits if needed."
"Alrighty then," Mr. Blackhole responded.
With that, Irene, Fu, and Mohg exited the command deck, leaving behind the grim aftermath of the soldier's demise.
Soon after, a Reich janitor entered the room, taking in the bloody mess with a resigned sigh. This sort of scene wasn't uncommon to him, so began his work and methodically cleaning up the macabre remains.