The Axis' headquarters in Paris France

Rudolf stood in the room where he and the other Metahuman super soldiers awaiting for his superiors to come and give them their next orders on where they would strike next in this war for the whole world. So far, they were winning the war and they had all of the allies defeated with the exception of the Americans and Russians. Because of the rebel attacks in the countries that they conquered, their plans for attacking Russia had been slowed down as the so called freedom fighters made coordinated strikes against shipments and supply vehicles. Not only that but both the Americans and the Russians were working together to break through the German defense with their own Metahuman forces. The Germans were fighting on two fronts, the east and the west. As of now it was a deadlock between the Third Reich and the Allies but their generals had plans to crush the allied forces and achieve the final victory in the war. Rudolf was told that they were chosen to be a part of a special sneak attack against the allies on the western front, and he was eager to see more American blood spilled on the battlefield by his hands and he wondered which other Metahumans would be joining them.

The Allies' base in western Spain

The base that the allies had set up in a villa just outside of a small town in Spain was almost kind of small for the hundreds of people in it, but Fredrick didn't mind it, he had been in much smaller places when he had been doing his freedom fighting the British isles and now he had gathered with the Americans and many of the other rebels in spain to form a counter offensive against the Axis threat. Although the war had gone so badly for the allies, the Americans did manage to break through the German navy and land in Spain to begin ground assaults on the German forces. Most of this was thanks to the brave rebels who had given their lives to attack Nazi military camps and weaken the western coastal defense enough for the Americans to finally get a very small foothold in Europe.

Now that the Americans were able to get ground troops in Europe and with Russian fighting a fierce battle in the east, there might still be a chance for freedom and liberty to survive these dark times. Fredrick had seen so many terrible atrocities that the Nazis had committed that he sometimes questioned what was the point of fighting if the enemy was willing to go to such extremes, but he reminded himself that evil prevails when good men fail to act and he was a good man and had the choice to act. His faith was also in dire trouble since the Nazis were starting to get rid of the religions of old and replace them with occult Nazi philosophy which were a combination of paganism and Christianity. Fredrick would never allow his country or his faith be turned into something twisted like the Nazis' dreams of a German controlled world. For now he relaxed and looked around at the other Metahuman Allies who were here to receive orders.

John had awoken in a small room in the Spanish villa. He quickly dressed and walked to the briefing room where he saw the other metahumans. John had arrived in Spain last month and had been working there with his group of rebels until the Allies showed up. They had been attacking Axis ships and bases. A lot of good men had died, but the Allies now had a foot in Europe's door. They weren't going down without a fight. It seemed that John's acts of rebellion in London had spread outside and his help in the weakening of the Nazis hold in Europe had earned him his own room. It was nice to sleep in a real bed for once. John took a seat in the briefing room and looked around at the people he'd be fighting alongside.

Viktoriya watched people trickled into the small room, all of them men. Not that she minded, she was rather fond of men. Though they all came from different walks of life, they all had one goal in mind: stopping the Axis powers. A wave of sorrow washed over her as she thought about her family back home in Russia. She had no way of knowing if they were still alive, though she prayed every night that they were. Viktoriya stood over to the side, and mostly out of the way, as she continued to watch in silence. This briefing was either going to go very well for her, or very poorly. She hoped for the former.

Hans was just huming to himself the Nazi germany anthen as he hoped he would be put on the reseach team instead going on the front lines, since to tel lthe truth he more liked the labs of the Reich with all its advanced toys just waiting to be recreated into something much, much more fearful than normally. Hans had been drawing plans for an super secret weapon that if his theory was correct could fire eletric darts of pure power towards an enemy but he was still in drawing face and has yet to make even a prototype for it.

Of course Hans was inside the Command room in Paris to await for their new assiment to strike fear and death on the fifly allies and their faith of the weak. One would surely know that the Reichs way of life is far superier than their pitty full excuse of living, Hmm sure the tesla coils have to be on each side for the eletric spark to show, problem is how do i make it fire pure energy at the unworty enemies of the Reich He put his long finger on his chin and just though and a person would see that Hans were in thinking on how to make his wonferful creation into a reality

Up early, like usual, Jason was already in combat gear and battle ready before most men were even awake. Idly pondering the phenomena while eating his "breakfast" of nutrient bars and water. Jason was sure it had something to do with his powers, but he didn't know how turning people to dust correlated to being fully functional with only several hours of sleep. Deciding it wasn't important Jason finished his meal and did a quick prayer before heading to the command room.

Jason noticed as he stood straight that there were many other soldiers with him, weather or not they were like him was a mystery. There was even a woman here with them, a shame really. War is no thing for a woman, with a hint of sadness he brushed it off. These were dire times indeed. While waiting for his commanding officer to start his briefing Jason decided to take a moment and double check his equipment.

Thompson... check, ammo... check, grenades... check, and powers. With a quick flex of his fingers an orange bolt of electricity arced between them, slightly disintegrating the fringe of his finger less gloves. Satisfied Jason said "Check" and patiently waited for the mission briefing to start.

Craig woke up. He stared the ceiling of the room he had slept in it was painted a bright orangey colour a dire contrast to the dirt and dark rotten wood of the trenches he had been sleeping in just a few days previous. He got off the bed and got dressed before surveying his room. Men were fighting and dying on the front lines while they sat and made plans in some cushy villa in the north of Spain. He picked up his submachine gun and slung it over his shoulder before holstering his pistol on his leg. He picked up his rounded helmet, but rather than putting it on just carried it to his destination.

He made his way out of his room and into the corridor opposite it. He had a small wander about the villa, it was rather quiet for now par a few of the 'metahumans' that were making their way into the room they had been summoned to the night previous. He really couldn't be bothered discussing plans or whatnot, he was just your average follow orders soldier, which is probably why he was placed in the trenches, other than the fact that he was black too. He wondered how the metahumans would react to seeing a black man among them, even at the trenches he wasn't welcome for the first few weeks or so.

He finally made his way into the small room filled with the other metahumans. He stood amongst strangers, ready to receive orders from some bloke he knew nothing about.

Frederick

He was glad to see some of the Metahumans start to enter the room and he decided to go over and socialize with them. He walked over to where they were and introduced himself to all of them, "Hello, my name is Frederick Fanning but you can call me Green Bullet. It's a pleasure to see a good number of Metahumans here and ready to take the fight to the Nazis.'

Frederick hoped that introductions would help get them off to a good start in working together since the outcome of the war depended on it.

Rudolf

Rudolf saw Hans in the command room and decided to walk over to him and talk.

"Hello Hans, I see they have given you new orders instead of experimenting on people" he said him and he was curious to know how why the Reich had chosen someone like Hans to be a part of the special Metahuman Reich strike force. Ether way, it meant that Rudolf would have work with the man and he wondered if he would have to witness man's sadistic practices.

The corners of Viktoriya's full, red lips began to turn up into the makings of a warm yet seductive smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Frederick. I am Vikotriya Romanoff, but you may call me Shifter." Her Russian accent was thick, though strangely pleasing to the ears. As she waited for more of them to introduced themselves, she pulled a cigarette from behind her ear and lit it, Viktoriya deeply inhaled the toxins into her lungs, slowly exhaling the smoke slowly.

This was going to be a long day.

Jason's nose crinkled at the smell of tobacco smoke and when he looked around to find the source he gave a small frown. Tobacco was a toxin and it pained him to see any who used it. But that was quickly smothered by the entrance of an black man, and several of the scowls of the other soldiers in the room. Jason made a quick prayer for his safety because he was fairly certain that none of these men would.

With a sigh, Jason remembered home. He missed it dearly. Jason had no ill will towards persons of color, heck, the woman he had back home was one. Ruth was her name, they had been best friends growing up and it became a little more as they grew. Many others didn't hold his opinion however and so he didn't talk about her with the men, keeping her picture close on his person at all times.

This train of thought depressed Jason, so he tried to pass it off and went over towards the man called "Fredrick" and introduced himself. Extending his hand Jason said, "Hello Fredrick, I am Jason, or Duster if you want to go by code names." trying to sound somewhat happy even though he knew he was failing.

Craig watched as 'Green bullet' or so he put it began the introductions between the group. To Craig the idea of a false name was stupid, it wasn't like he was anybody before and if he actually done something in the war effort he'd probably become sort of pub legend at his regular pub. How he yearned to have a game of pool with the lads and knock back a pint in between games.

That time was long gone now and the terrors of war overtook. The only person he'd practically ever talked to in his first few weeks in the trenches was a young Polish lad named, Jarik. Jarik suffered around the same amount of racism as Craig had and they got on stupendously. Jarik was a little dumb at times though, and find English a hard language to master which made conversation a little hard. The only word that Jarik really knew fluently was 'Sausage' something Craig liked to joke about regularly.

"Metahumans, is that what they're calling us?" He grinned
"My names Craig, I don't have one of them other names so just call me Craig." He adjusted the sling on his gun so that it wasn't pointing into his side, it was now hung on his back.

Strolling through the door into the meeting room, Wilhelm cast his gaze across the other metahumans gathered there. Walking towards the back of the room he sat down, with his back against the wall. Pulling his mask off of his head, Wilhelm took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A smile came across his face as his fingertips were coated in a bright flame.

The enemies of the Reich will burn, by his hand or another’s. Just like all the others had.

John watched all the other people in the room. He hadn't tried to talk to anyone as of yet but he was getting ready to attempt some sort of social interaction and get to know some of his new future allies. He began whistling to himself quietly as he watched people chat to each other. He had never been the best a social interaction but he was going to give it a shot. He began to walk around and tried scouting out if there was anyone to talk to. Naturally there were tons of people but those who wanted to talk were already talking and those who didn't kept off to themselves.John just let out a sigh and leaned against the wall.

Nono That isn't possible I might have got the problem fixed with how im going to make the sparks for it to fire but, how am i even gonig to make the eletric sparks first reform into a ball of pure power that would be able to kill an person like a lighting shoot would do UGH Hans was straching his head as he keep thinking about how he would make the sparks of the tesla coils reform into small balls of pure energy and be able to fire it towards the enemy of the Reich. So deep in though he didn't hear Rudolf and only after a five minute brainstorm action of his, he finally noticed the boots of his and took his head up " Ah Rudolf. Yes i got new orders to come to paris all the way from Italy which of cours. . . which i didn't like so much, so much time wasted. Could had been finished with my wonderful experiment all ready " Hans stood up at five point seven feet but not as big as Rudolf of course

The Tin Man:
Roger realized he was running late. Getting the military to accept the fact that a Meta did not want to reveal his identity but still work with them was a feat in of itself, but be damned if he didn't make it to the first meeting.
He was in a civilian motel, located as close as he could find to the military base. He haphazardly tugged on his armor as he made his way to the third story window.
"Well, now's a fantastic time to field testing as any." Roger said to himself, checking the battery level of the suit in his armor Heads Up Display readout. The tiny piece of glass of his visor read
Power: 100%
Fuel: 100%
"Excellent!" Roger shouted to himself. And with that remark, he leapt out of the window. Typically this would be suicidal, but the armor did have it's uses. Roger quickly activated the jets, causing him to jettison forward and slightly down. As he attained lower altitude, he switched off the jets and hit the ground in a roll to minimize fall damage, but managed to stand up and use his momentum to continue running at the armor's top speed.
He managed to reach the base in a matter of five minutes, sprinting into the Spanish military base. "Tin Man," he announced, "Has arrived."

The Meta:
Peter too, was a tad late to this meeting. But for a different purpose than Roger Gatly.
"Remember, Peter. You are the culmination of many years of military training. You are the Meta, you're our fail safe. Kill as many Nazi Metahumans as you can, and if our own go rouge, neutralize them."A man said to him. He was dressed in a black suit, with a curious insignia of some military organization or other. Peter still didn't know the name, but he knew for damn certian they were affiliated with the United States Military.
He nodded, quickly checking that all of his equipment was there. He strode into the base where the other metahumans gather, in order to catch the tail-end of someone saying "-has arrived!"

Frederick liked them all so far, they didn't seem to be rude or mean spirited to him, war had a habit of making good people cold. He was interested when he saw Craig enter the room, he had not had many chances to see or socialize with a black man, and he had no problem with people of color since he was Irish and being Irish in the British isles was not a positive. But Craig was British and that was off putting to Frederick since he still had a disdain for the English. He was also surprised that a Russian was here with them since he had thought that all of the Russian Metahumans were fighting on the eastern front. When Jason introduced himself, Frederick could kind of tell that the man was trying to make himself seem happy. Frederick guessed that it was the statues of the war and how many people had died in the fighting, war was a nasty business. Not long after he saw a guy calling himself the Tin Man enter, and Frederick could tell almost instantly that this man was probably arrogant which was not a very good quality to have as a soldier in a war, usually men with egos were the first to die.

"So what can each of you do?" He asked them out of curiosity, if they were to work together then knowledge on what each of them would specialize would be important when the fighting starts.

Rudolf

"Well I guess the Reich thought that our skills were necessary for the coming mission" Rudolf replied calmly to Hans, he then noticed Wilhelm enter into the room. He saw the flames appear on the man's fingertips, another man who can use fire, this should be interesting Rudolf thought to himself, having two members that shared similiiar powers could be a plus or minus depending on if diversity in powers was what was most important.

John looked at all of them. None of them seemed awful. He wasn't surprised that a woman and a black man were here. The metahuman gene didn't really judge. And neither did he. "So what can each of you do?" asked an Irishman. John looked up and replied, "I can manipulate light." John thought a demonstration might be fitting so he raised his hand and suddenly the light that was coming from overhead had moved to his palm. John directed the now super heated light at a wall and burned the Allies symbol into it.

Hans just keep quiet as he had jumped back to thinking as he sat down again What if i connect the tesla coils with some form of small power source, maybe i can then figure out how to shoot maybe small or high eletric charges towards an enemy with the weapon or if i make a suit that a soldier can have on that has the ablility to fire the eletric charge, yeah im shifting my way from a weapon to a suit Hans just began to smile évily as he just had found a way to do new reseach already, which would mean new ways of using the prisonors of rebels which always was fun and the women they capture was always fun to chain up and 'Have a god time' with after of course experimenting with them

Like John, Viktoriya thought that a demonstration of her powers would be much more fitting and exceptionally more fun. Putting the cigarette out on the top of her hand, her thin body began to shift; her hair began to receded, her height and width increasing as he became overall more masculine. Before long, there were two Fredericks in the room. The newly formed Frederick smiled wickedly at the old one, stealing glances around the room at the looks of mild shock he was receiving. "So, self, what can you do?"

Unlike most of the others in this room, Viktoriya's abilities didn't make her a better soldier. They made her a better spy.

Frederick was impressed by John's ability to manipulate light, that would come in handy in certain situations, especially since the light could also burn things. He then saw Viktoriya demonstrate her shape shifting abilities by transforming into an exact copy of him, and Frederick smiled at his identical double.

"I look even more handsome than I thought" he said chuckling to himself.

"Both of your talents will be a good asset to the Allied forces" he said to them.

(I'll remove this if I'm not approved for this)

Seeing the door ajar, Cedric quietly slipped into the war room. Spotting the people creating fire at their finger tips, he guessed he was in the right location.

Cedric wasn't even really sure why he was here, he remembered that he was inspired by a poster placed through-out the city of France during one of his heists of a torn down museum. So he signed himself into this team of crackpot Meta Humans. These guys were freaks in his mind, freaks that could easily kill him and he shouldn't mess with. But freaks nonetheless. But hey, he'd be making raids into new territories, it'd be like old times. Except he wouldn't have to hide from the superior army.

Deciding to not to speak until spoken to. He leans against a bare-wall to examine the area around him. Noting the people and possible goods for swiping.