Sabaton

[Story]

God damnit, Hitler! We killed you once and we'll do it again.

This time the memories weren't so bad. We seemed to jump into the head of some engineer named Jacobi. Go figure. I have a feeling I may be reincarnating into the bodies of alternate reality versions of myself. Can't really prove it but I've stopped trying to make sense of anything any more. Right now I had a war to win and an advantage to press.

It only took a couple days to get my head straight and my men helped protect me while I got things sorted out. For some reason I could only keep eight people with me at any time be they Pokemon or part of my Platoon that followed me. Its strange but the limitation is something we worked with pretty quickly. Seems I could dismiss them and bring them back just by wanting them with me. This had potential to abuse and abuse it I would.

After taking control of a small town we quickly dug in and took a couple days to figure everything out. Seems we had a couple new guns, some nifty new powers and equipment. After that we gathered our resources and started a war path across Germany.

We quickly discovered this WWII wasn't like the one we came from. No zombies, no lasers, no mind control devices and no magic. These were the things we feared in the last war and now it seemed we had nothing to fear except tanks. Even then, with our scavenged power armor from the previous war and the little magic I taught my platoon and Pokemon it seemed nothing could hold us back.

A path of fire marked our path through Germany and each victory made us stronger. We recovered weapons and vehicles which we cannibalized for parts. Several of us, myself included, were Engineers and could do amazing things with little more then scrap now. The power armor we brought was still crude and in the prototype phase so it had problems and those were fixed with time.

I lost a few good men again. It pains me but its a part of war. We used the pain and hate to fuel our revenge. We gave no mercy and expected none. Neither side seemed to understand what was going on and we couldn't expect any sort of reinforcement. When someone fell, they seemed to disappear along with their gear. Our only guess was they went home. We had no idea of knowing the truth. Each loss was devastating for us though. The loss of special abilities only held by a few of us. The loss of equipment. The loss of a friend.


We pressed on and Germany burned behind us. One of the new things I seemed to be able to do was sing which was neat. Several of us could. In tribute to our fallen comrades and those that followed us, we sang and fought our way from battle to battle. With The Gun mounted to my armor and The Axe in my hands we took territory, lost territory, recaptured it again and pressed ever onwards.

The journey came to a head when we manage to track Hitler to his head-quarters. This was it and we knew it. We broke into two man teams and assaulted the city from several directions. It was the job of three of our teams to cause enough of a distraction for the stealth team to get close enough for the kill.


Over the course of several weeks we dragged a bloody razor across the city and caused enough destruction to last several life times. The streets practically ran red and eventually Greninja and Galvantula were able to get close enough to use The Bomb. Took out an entire room of top brass. Sadly not Hitler. This entire time we'd been fighting and he'd escaped several days ago. The Germans were shaken though and we dealt a fatal blow.

All that was left was to track down Hitler or so we thought. Word spread he was found dead in a bunker somewhere by the Allies. Self inflicted gunshot wound. Should of done us a favor and clocked out weeks ago. It was our win though and we went back to work clearing out the rest of the resistance.

Several years passed and the air rang again. My group just looked at one another and started reloading their guns when we passed out.

[END]