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November 14th, 1942.

Another day starts, another day ends. For about a month now you've been out here, scouring the desert - or rather, guarding those whose job it was to do the scouring. You swear you don't have any clearer an idea of what you're even out here for than you started out with. The briefing, when boiled down, essentially told you all that there was a castle named Montevoir, it was in the Levant, they want to poke around in it, and you guys are needed to protect them all the while. For miles around you are spans of empty desert. Far removed from civilization, all you have is the castle, the encampments, and a makeshift airfield.

Given the territory is under Allied control, these supposed threats you're meant to safeguard against have not, in any sense, manifested. But here you are. OUJA's "Task Force Valiance", under the command of Brigadier Morgan Stanton. You wouldn't be here if there was no real concern. In any case, you are all rotated between the several digsites, as well as the main team dealing with the castle itself, as if on a schedule that doesn't appear to actually exist.

Digsite Alpha: To the frustration of everyone involved in this project, it wasn't as simple as walking into the castle, checking all the rooms, and walking back out again. There is clear evidence of lower levels to the castle, lower levels that have been purposefully blocked off - presumably to prevent whatever was kept down there out of enemy hands in the event of the castle falling to them. Which, as history shows, happened: It fell to the Mamluks not long before Acre did in 1291; the last bastion of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. Lord knows that even with modern equipment, it is taking an extremely long time to tunnel through the rock and debris obstructing the path downwards. Explosives would make life a lot easier, but they're concerned for the structural integrity of the ancient castle.

Digsite Bravo: More promising are the efforts in a field to the east of the castle. Here the ground gives way into what appears to be the remnants of a tunnel that has caved in. Again, excavation is taking longer than everyone involved would like, but it is believed this will prove to be a more direct path to whatever is kept under Montevoir itself. If not, it's worth investigating anyway.

Digsite Charlie: The southernmost one. It has been stressed interest in this section is more out of historical concern than any pressing necessity. According to maps from the era, there should have been a secondary structure here, but it is obviously gone. Thus a dig is being conducted to discern the mystery of this disappearing fortress.

Presently you are all gathered at Digsite Alpha, which doubles as a barracks for you and the rest of the research team. The centuries-old halls are now lined with bedrolls and other amenities indicating modern, military habitation. A small radio buzzes interchangeably between the present hits and, more pressingly, wartime news. From listening to the radio in recently, you have learned:

- Naval fighting continues at Guadalcanal. Despite fears of the Japanese deploying their 'kappa' forces, these fears have yet to materialize. Fighting has raged for two days now. It is too early for any further details to have emerged.

- Fighting at the Russian city of Stalingrad is ongoing. The brutal street-to-street fighting has proven hugely costly to both sides thus far. For the first time, Soviet bio-armors and panzerkleins have met in direct combat, with greatly varying reports on the outcomes, depending on whose press you listen to. Given the risk urban environments pose to them, gehenpanzers have not been fielded.

- The last of the Vichy-French forces in Algeria have surrendered.

- An attempt on the Fuhrer's life has ended with him hospitalized, but, probably to your disappointment, in stable condition. Early information leaks, no doubt brought forward by Allied spies within Germany, have stated that the assassination plot consisted of an attempted bombing, and has cost Hitler his right eye.

- Churchill's words, said four days ago, retain a particular presence: "This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

All around you are your comrades, in varying states of idleness. Perhaps it's time to have a chat, before you're moved out on yet another seemingly pointless relocation. Given the Soviets have proven less than enthusiastic about committing forces to OUJA than initially hoped, at least you're sure they can all speak English.
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Meanwhile, Elsewhere - Axis Intro


The first phase of Unternehem Otto Rahn had proven successful: Getting into allied airspace without notice. By all appearances, the radar-absorbant coating each of the five Me-323 Gigants - and their accompanying escorts - were applied with had worked. The mostly flat desert plains provided an easy, safe landing.

There were no illusions; this was a suicide mission. Although it was a suicide mission that could, it was promised, turn the tide of the war if successful. The men and women of Europa Gruppe had sworn their lives to the Axis cause long ago, and had come to terms with the near-inevitability of their sacrifice.

"Let's just hope these things are still here for us when we get back," Felix mused to himself as he watched the crew pull his G-Pz II "Freki" walker from the belly of the Me-323 on a wheeled pallet, "The Mediterranean'd be quite a distance to swim over."

"Big things like this? In the middle of a fuckin' desert? No way the Allies will notice them." said a passing soldier before chuckling.

"No, you see," Felix began, and the soldier paused, "Didn't you listen to the briefing? We're throwing tarps over them, big camouflaged tarps. It'll make them look like dunes. Haven't seen many dunes that are aircraft shaped, but who am I to judge the infinite wisdom of our strategists and tacticians?" As the soldier laughed at Felix's response, he grinned and took a puff of his cigarette.

The soldier reversed his steps and turned to face Felix, "And what if we fail, ya? Attacking a castle and all... sieges take time, you know? It's not a fortress, but look at Leningrad."

Felix grinned, shook his head, then pointed to him with the cigarette between his fingers. "They've got a bunch of eggheads. We've got a small army! Fuckin... hundred or so men, a gehenpanzer - that's where I come in, about 30 panzerklein soldiers, we could even throw our medical robot at them. I'm probably not even remembering half the list!" He paused to take another drag, "And you're lucky I'm not the sort to report people, with you spouting defeatist junk like that." He winked and smirked.

Their laughter subsided as the front section of the Me-323 across from them swung open, its ramp deployed and a towering figure trod down it. His black suit and armor shimmered as it touched the sunlight. He gave them a brief glance through the circular lens of his gasmask before continuing on his way.

"Well Doppelklinge is a lot taller than he appeared in the projector slides at the briefing. Taller than in the newsreels, too." Felix said in hushed awe.

Doppelklinge kept wandering farther and farther away from the cluster of aircraft and the ever growing mass of disembarked soldiers and materiel, which were gradually forming a small encampment around the landed aircraft. His eyes were fixed on the sky. It was a cloudless, calm day. In his mind he desperately wanted to take flight; more than that, he wished to feel the air rushing against his face once more, as it was when he piloted He-51s long ago. But he knew to leave the ground would jeopardize the mission. So for now he stood and waited.
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Allied Forces

November 14th, 1942

Digsite Alpha

It’s just another day in this war. Olympus (actually Aristotle, but he never calls himself that on duty) has been on a mission to protect a castle. Officially, this was part of Operation Fisher under OUJA. Really, it didn’t seem too important to him at times; he could shoot lightning, so wouldn’t it be better to be on the front lines where he could do some damage? It sure would be sweet to take out Hitler’s other eye…and other body parts, he thought.

But Olympus didn’t complain too much. He knew the potential of historic places all too well. After all, it was how he was able to control lightning, and why he was selected to be on this mission in the first place. Even when nothing was going on, it was important to avoid being complacent and to be aware of his surroundings.

But doing so meant more than just knowing about the mission and any threats that might exist. There was the matter of being aware of his teammates as well and what they could do. And while he could read their dossiers or something to learn about them, Olympus also knew that talking in person would improve their teamwork as well. And besides, the greeting he had in mind was much more fun.

Olympus saw that at least a few people from his team were there, so he proceeded to create a little lightning with his hands; not enough to actually damage anything, but enough for his purposes all the same. He then clapped his hands together once, creating a loud boom (a literal thunder clap) that would hopefully get people’s attention.

After the boom died down, Olympus smiled and calmly said “now then, now that I have your attention, let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Olympus.”
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