Trenchies (IC/Open)

[Empire of Donner land]

Trenchies

A WW1 meets Gone with the Blast Wave Steam punk RP

App Archive OOC

It all started in 1914 when the Blues and the Grey's yelled at each other for something. An Archduke assassinated and alliances in action. When the Grey's and Whites attacked the offencive quickly slowed down despite the Magical technological advances in 1913, something about ancient Nordic magic and alien burial sites. It's a long story. Anyway trench warfare quickly started and lines formed all around the borders of France and Germany, Italy and Austria Hungary and the Ottomans, who aren't tables as I quickly learned.

In 1917 the Russians had some big hooplah. Something about communism and lenin what ever or who ever that is. Besides that they left the war soon after and are actually doing preety well besides purging the Czars family and Remnants of the old government. The Germans could move troops to the western front and the war would go even longer when the Dough Republic of America came in. Casualties mounted and when it seemed a big offencive was comeing it didn't happen. Eventually we all just sat in Trenches and waited for something. Sometimes we just ran out into Dead man's land and looked at the big craters. Those people were promptly shot by the other side. It's 1919 now and we have no idea why were still fighting and some of us don't know how it started. All we know is we saw a recruitment poster and it was foggy from there on.

Now the civilians call us Trenchies. People who just sit in ditches all day and take pot shots across a ludicrously large empty waste land. And sometimes charge across only to run back to our trenches and count the dead we could see from where we were. Tanks did almost nothing to change the war and are extremely un reliable. Planes only acted as target practice and didn't do a damn thing other than get fancy names like "Albatross" and "Sopwith camel". So that's all we really do. Sit in a ditch and count the days.

We don't know why were fighting or when it will end. But we can make damn sure we uselessly die trying to end it.

Sonitusia for providing Ideas and that sick image and some general help.

The council of the Multiverse. When they aren't killing each other or hugging each other in the Hunger Games and talking about anime they can be great help.

OP: Empire of Donner Land
Co-Op: Sonitusia

This is the IC. Please only post here if your character is in the archive or accepted.

[Sonitusia]

Front Lines
The Grey's Front

"And that's precisely why you'll never beat me in a fight, neuling," Erich boasted, twirling his M1879 Reichsrevolver American cowboy style, "because only men know how to fight on mountains." The new recruit listened intently, and just looked dumbfounded at the super-elite-unstoppable-avalanch-of-force-mountain trooper before him. Or that was what Erich had going on in his head. In reality, he was just another mountain trooper rifleman, well trained and used to harsh conditions. But where does he end up? In the most uneventful battlefield in the world, where sometimes you could play football above the trench, and the enemy would be watching from afar with binoculars and placing bets on who would win.

"Anyone care for some chocolate?"

[Empire of Donner land]

Front Lines
Allied Front

James looked out side from the hole he dug from the trench. It was cold, windy and cloudy outside. He could hear the rifle pops and machine guns from a distance. A stark reminder that some kind of war was still being fought somewhere else. But not here, it had always been quiet for some time for some reason. Sure artillery shells still landed in Dead man's land occasionally creating new and interesting craters in the ground. Just yesterday he heard someone swear a crater looked like the King. A yank over hearing the discussion argued that it looked like the president. A fist fight started to say the least.

James looked through his Gas mask at the cards infront of him. Then at his opponent. Then his cards. Thinking strategically on how to aproach this foe and using his wits he picked a number. And asked the most important question in the game.


"Got any threes?"

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
With a twitch in her eye, the opponent pulled the edge of one the cards. "Yes, I do," Sarah exasperated, taking out a three of clovers and handing it to the man. She glared at the remaining cards in her hand, questioning her life choices. "Seriously, why the hell are we even doing this?!" she growled, throwing the rest of the cards in her hand to the air out of boredom. She signed up to kick some Grey ass, not to play Go Fish with a damn islander.

She picked the cards up again, sighing, "I bet you saw every single number, didn't you?" Not even bothering to let him answer, she put them back onto the pile that gathered in the middle. "You win, wanker."

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front
With a twitch in her eye, the opponent pulled the edge of one the cards. "Yes, I do," Sarah exasperated, taking out a three of clovers and handing it to the man. She glared at the remaining cards in her hand, questioning her life choices. "Seriously, why the hell are we even doing this?!" she growled, throwing the rest of the cards in her hand to the air out of boredom. She signed up to kick some Grey ass, not to play Go Fish with a damn islander.

She picked the cards up again, sighing, "I bet you saw every single number, didn't you?" Not even bothering to let him answer, she put them back onto the pile that gathered in the middle. "You win, wanker."

James sighed, he didn't sign up. Or atleast he thought he didnt. While the women was placing the 3 on the table and he took it he thought about anyway or someway to end the war so he could go home. He had no idea what was going on other than they were at war with the Central powers. He didn't know what was going on at home either. This and the angry women throwing his cards in the dirt as he thought about this saddened him. And then she asked the million dollar question.

"Why are we even doing this?"

He thought about this intently. Why were we doing this? At this point it's just sad. he thought. Inspecting his playing cards that just fell in the dirt. They Were Vintage 1885 playing cards that he bought from a store in London. The name escaped him of the place and he returned to thinking why they were even here. The obvious answer from the average soldier would be "To win the war of course" but this war made no sense. As she placed the cards on the table he replied with a muffled "I honestly don't know." From his Gas mask. He wanted to do something about the war, end it, anything. But he was just a Marksmen on the western front out of thousands.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann
Theme

Zeppelins come in classes, just like warships. There's assault craft, like the one I'm on right now, and then there's battleships. Like that one. Fritz thought, the rifle jostling in his hand as flak and other obstacles attempted to eliminate the small, nimble airship before it could deploy the Luftmarine boarders to take the Allied battleship. The light above him swapped from green to red.

Fritz sighed, and lowered the altitude mask, at checked the marine to his left's rigging, making sure that the man's carabiner wouldn't come loose when they jumped out of the zeppelin. He heard a clicking noise when he did it, and realized he just saved this man's life. He smiled, and then the light went orange. The door in front of him opened, and cables fell from the far edge of the ceiling over the battleship below. He smiled, before taking a running leap off the bay door, attaching the carabiner to his wire. The carabiner was attached to his stomach rigging, which was overlaid the loose altitude suit. The altitude suit was a thing of unparalleled warmth, the inside being lined with down. The boy slid down the wire at startlingly fast speeds, smoke coming off where the carabiner hit the cable.

Ah, well. They're only good for one jump anyways.

He hit the upper deck of the battleship running, firing shots off at the deck crew, watching as one round connected to an American's torso, causing the man to go into a roll off the zeppelin, only being saved by the thin safety wire attached to his belt. Fritz sprinted towards belowdecks access, glancing at his fellow Luftmarines who fought with the crew of the massive zeppelin as the young boy flew down the stairwell, whacking an Allied crewman with the butt of his rifle, leaping over the dazed man with ease, and sliding down the railing; landing on a catwalk with a thud. He sprinted towards the engine room, checking his pocketwatch as he ran.

One minute, twenty one seconds until we go.

Before him stood a large metal bulkhead, which lead directly to the hydrogen distributor. Which was the heart of the ship. Fritz lifted the altitude mask off his face, simultaneously drawing his cutter torch and setting down his rifle. He turned the knob, and squeezed the trigger and a bright, focused flame fwooshed into existence. He tuned the cutter for a moment, focusing the flame even more, and set it against the bulkhead's seams, creating a miniature sun of sparks. He looked away from the screeching metal for a moment and saw several Allies rushing towards him on the catwalk. The closest one was less than two yards away.

The boy spun his whole body, dodging the man's knife jab, and retaliating by shoving the open flame of the cutter into the man's side, before drawing his C96 and slamming the grip of the pistol into the back of the Ally's neck, and firing a shot into his head . Then Fritz turned to the other two, and opened up, firing five rounds from the semiautomatic pistol into the unprepared bodies of the two men.

Satisfied, the young veteran turned back to his work, and finished cutting the last seam. He turned the cutter torch off with a fireproof rag, set it back on his rigging, and kicked down the piece of two centimeter thick metal down. He checked his watch.

Thirty seconds. Oh. Shit.

He smirked, and primed the grenade, tossing it behind him as he ran out of the distributor room, which was filled with delicate machinery; the explosion raking his rear rigging as he ran, abandoning his rifle. He could always get a new one off some unlucky Luftmarine after all. He pulled the altitude mask down over his face, clutching the C96 in his spare hand. He sprinted down the catwalks and decks, dodging fleeing Allies, who were abandoning the doomed zeppelin.

He ran into the airplane hangar, expecting to see a team of luftmarines waiting for him. Instead, it was empty. He checked his pocket watch, and sighed. Ten seconds too late. The others left without him, assuming he was dead. He strolled over to the edge of the open hangar doors, looking over the side at the trench mottled ground below. He threw the altitude mask on the ground in his fury, where the lenses shattered. Then a clicking sound interrupted the fuming boy.

He turned around slowly, and came face to face with a young boy, about his age. The Ally was terrified, despite the fact that he was the one who held the gun. Fritz dropped the C96 on the bay floor, and raised his hands above his head. The boy visibly relaxed, and that was when Fritz made his move. All he did was go on his tiptoes, and let the air currents take him as he gave the boy a lazy salute.

He was thrown from the hangar bay violently, the air whipping around him, and ice cold wind on his face.

Fritz smiled, and gained control of his descent, and took his time counting to three. Enjoying the feeling of flight.

The feel of freedom.

One,

The smell of cold.

Two,

The sense of being a bird on the wind.

Three.

Then he reached, pulling the chute's cord, and he was jerked upright, all the gees going to his crotch. He grimaced in pain. He lazily floated down, before a draft of air moved him quickly, throwing him in line with a trench. He flew towards a group of three, swaying of the wind. Directly in front of him were a pair of Allies, a nurse and an islander. The islander was closest to him, and he flew over his head with a whoosh. Unfortunately, he landed on the table, his momentum carrying him forwards, where he tripped on a lantern on the table, flying face first into the nurse.

The two toppled over, the nurse landing in the mud, and Fritz landing on top of her, his arms outstretched around the sides of her head.

"Eh... guten tag Fräulein?" He said innocently, aware that he was likely about to be shot, after facing the wrath of a rather cute woman.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front

"Well, I guess we'll find out why someday," Sarah muttered, when she noticed something falling from the sky behind James. Too slow to be a bomb, and it seemed that there was a parachute attached to it. 'It' turned out to be a young man, and the sorry fool landed on the table without any balance all. "What the hell?!" she barked, before the man had knocked into her, bringing them both onto the ground with a 'splat!', and she winced as a sharp pain raced up her butt.

She groaned slightly, hearing the man say something in German. German?! Her eyes flicked open, and she stared at the man in pure hatred. She looked down and saw the position they were in and blushed angrily, balling her fist and punching him in the stomach. "You!" She pushed him off of her to the side, and kicked him in the shin. "Fucking!" She rolled over, and was now on top of him, giving the man one last knuckle to the groin. "Kraut!"

Satisfied, she sat on the man's chest, and took a small notebook from her pocket. Scribbling a few words onto it, she ripped the page out and put it gently in the German's palm. "Hand this to the field doctor after we're finished."

---

Dead Man's Land
A young man gasped, quickly releasing his gas mask to let him suck in the fresh air. He sat up, shaking his head furiously before checking his surroundings. "Che diavlo, how did I end up here?" He recalled the night before, filled with catching up on the latest issue of Italian Playboy. "Oh giusto, I had a few drinks too." He swore he'd never drink again, but he did, and look at the consequences. He was stuck in between the firing zone of two trenches, with a bad hangover and only a single magazine for his submachine gun.

He groaned, standing up and stretching his arms. He looked to the east, seeing the long line reaching to the far ends of the earth. "I better get back," he muttered, slinging the the submachine gun by its strap and striding back to the trench. Several moments later, there was the popping of machine gun fire, and Stefano raced towards the opposite direction. "Perdón! I'm going back now!!!" He ran for dear life, and waved his hands wildly at the allied troops.

"Friendly! Friendly!!!"

[Tracian Empire]

Staying against the wall of the trench, Alexander was taking deep breaths. Running with the flamethrower and the rest of the weapons at once wasn't exactly something everyone would do. It was pretty insane, but he just loved to burn things.

Jumping out of the trench, the blue eyed boy started to run in the direction of the enemy trench, burning everything in his way. He smirked as the flaming oil was landing in the enemy soldiers, frying them.

After running across no man's land, Alexander quickly jumped into the enemy trench, only to see a strange situation.

An overturned table and cards everywhere. A soldier in the uniform of the Luftmarine, with an enemy nurse in his chest. An islander a few meters away. Strange.

Of course, he wasn't looking more normal, with the flamethrower in his hands and the weird combination of German and Whitestrian uniform he was wearing.

Pointing the flamethrower at everyone in front of him, hr started to speak in English with a pretty heavy Whitestrian accent.
"Well, well Kameraden. What an interesting situation we have here. Hands up. This trench is now a territory of the Glorious Whitestrian Empire."

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front

James nodded and looked at his playing cards. Dirty, wet and they didn't smell too good either. He didn't blame her, the war took a toll on everyone Allied or Central power. He tried hard to remember how he got in the army in the first place. An image of a dog licking his face popped up. His memory was slowly but surely coming back to him, that or he was letting his mind wander. James sorted the cards back into a deck and placed them in the box they originally came from. It was still in good condition even if the cards no longer were not.

And then a shadow went over him. A big one, his first instinct was duck and cover but the shadow was too big for a bomb let alone a Artillery shell. He would be dead by now if it was either of those. He slowly looked up and saw what looked like a Parachute and somthing or someone in it hit Sarah. He saw Sarah fall and create a small splash. He recognized the German uniform and quickly got out of his seat and pulled his Bull Dog revolver.

He then slowly put the Revolver down as Sarah had punched the man , repeatedly. "Well, shit!" He exclaimed looking down at Sarah writing something in her note book. "That was unexpected to say the least. Where the hell did he come from!?" He looked back at the sky and noticed the airships above, a German lost and away from his allies?

James holstered his Revolver and looked down at the two. "Do we even have a field doctor?" And then he heard a liquid burning sound from behind him and turned around. A man in a flame thrower infront of him and a man that fell out of the sky behind him. A tricky situation but he dealt with it the British way. He pulled out his Revolver and aimed at the Whitestrians right arm and pulled the trigger. The 44. Bullet flew out of the small revolvers muzzle and created a deafening pop.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

The woman called him a vegetable in English, punched him in the stomach, threw him in the mud, punched in the crotch, and... gave him a note? It was a good thing Fritz was a.) a luftmarine, and was therefore able to tolerate crotch-related injuries, b.) knew English. Kind of. Maybe. Not really, but he tries, right?

His face contorted into a grimace, though the punch was hefty, it wasn't as hefty as going from forty miles per hour to zero, and all the gees going into his crotch. But still. He stood, back against the trench wall, and dropped the note, reaching for the small rigging knife strapped in the small of his back. It was going to be a rocky road out.

He watched as the flamer boy leaped into the trench with him. Where the boy, who couldn't have been much older than himself, said something in a familiar voice... Fritz' eyes widened as he made the connection.

"Alex?" Fritz said, his head cocking to the side as the altitude suit wearing boy grasped the rigging knife on his back.

KRAK!

The islander's pistol lept, as the bullet flew towards Alex, Fritz sprang into action, the knife being drawn, he lunged at the islander, shoving the man into the dirt, with the rigging knife at his throat.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Trench
Getting no gunfire, Stefano laughed giddily, and continued to run, jumping into the trench, right behind a giant fuel tank. Oh, it was a flamer of some sort, most likely not allied as the man was combat ready. "Halt!" Stefano shouted, readying his Beretta 1915, not able to see anything else other than the fuel tank and the man carrying it on his back. Then the man was shot by what appeared to be a revolver. He let the situation continue, "Or I'm going to send you to an early hell, kapeesh?!" Oooh, I sound like an American gangster.

[Tracian Empire]

As the Islander fired, the bullet luckily just scratched Alexander's right hand, making him drop the flamethrower. As the Luftmarine guy, who was apparently really Fritz, jumped on the Islander, the Whitestrian took out his Roth-Steyer pistol and pointed it at the last remaining allied soldier, the nurse. Or at least, that's what he thought. As he heard someone speaking in Italian behind him, hr realized that he had another allied soldier behind. Just his luck.

Tightening his grip on the pistol, he started to speak in English so that everyone could understand him.
"Fritz, Allied soldiers, and the max Italian gangster behind me. It seemed that we are quite in s complicated situation, aren't we?"

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz pressed the knife a little harder, drawing a bit of blood from the islander's neck. He chuckled at what Alex said.

"Next thing is a burning zeppelin to crash on us." He said in English, though with a light Germanic accent. He turned from the briefest of moments, looking at his friend he'd met...

...somewhere, sometime. He just knew him.

"But oh, what shall we do with you?" He said, his words dripping with cynicism as he turned back to the islander.

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front

The pressure on James was high. Not the emotional pressure but the man that was on his back holding a knife to his neck. He could feel it's jagged edge even through the gas mask. This wasn't good, a man was on top of him another was aiming at Sarah and a Italian mobster was behind the guy that Had a flame thrower. This situation was comical at best and the worst day ever at the same time. "Sarah, did you have any fives?" He asked trying to get rid of the tension that was building possibly distracting the flame thrower man.

He felt around for something to use, his bayonet? No. He left it on the table and it was probably in the mud buried somewhere. A grenade? Suicidal and dumb, not James style. It was quite the pickle. But then he felt pressure and a slow liquid substance drip down his neck from under his mask. He panicked and grabbed his grenade with both hands quickly holding iy out infront of everyone.

"I'll fucking pull it! I swear!" He yelled as the man pressed the knife against his throat. Trying to stop him from doing something he might regret.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
"GO FISH!" Sarah ran up towards the German that had gotten away from her, and sharply elbowed him in the back, grabbing his knife arm as well. "James, it'd be fucking fantastic if you didn't kill us all!" She continued to try and pull the knife away from the man, careful so that he wouldn't be able to counter her.

Stefano on the other hand walked up towards the flamer, holding his gun like a bat, and bonked the pezzo di merda in the head. Looking over the man's shoulder, he saw the situation unfurling, and really did not know what to do. "Uhhh, James, sì? Please don't pull the pin, that beautiful lady over there would be ruined."

[Tracian Empire]

No one could have imagined how true Fritz's words were. Because a burning zeppelin was really about to crash about them.

In the air, Karl von Wendel was desperately trying to keep the damaged zeppelin in the air, but the giant vesel was slowly but surely crashing to the ground.

Just when he was about to jump out of the zeppelin, Karl noticed that more people were staying in the exact spot where the zeppelin was about to crash.
"Hey you idiots! Run!", shouted Karl in vain. Sighing, he returned to the command room and used all his force to raise the zeppelin a few more meters.


As the burning zeppelin was about to crash behind the trench, Karl jumped from it. He tried to open his parachute, but it wasn't working.
"Stupid German parachute...", he said, followed by some not exactly nice words in German. Eventually, hr managed to open it.

Right when Karl was landing in the trench, a little forced of course, the zeppelin crashed a few hundred meters behind the trench and exploded. Slowly standing up, Karl looked around.

Strangely, he was seeing something he wouldn't have expected. Someone who looked like Fritz was over an Islander, that had a grenade in his hand. A nurse semed to be fighting with both the Islander and Firtz. and the guy with the pistol in the hand staying near the dropped flamethrower could only be Alex. Someone seemed to be behind him, and hit him in the head. Alex fell on the ground like a sack. Behind him was an Italian.

Taking out his pistols, Karl pointed them at the nurse and at the Italian.

"Hello there, Alex, Fritz. Allied soldiers.", he said in an English with almost no kind of an accent.
"What's happening here?"

[Barboneia]

Allied Front

"Come on, Dave, you CAN'T make that move! It HAS to be illegal!"

Thomas "Thomp" Thompson was sitting on a battered crate used to transport munitions to the front. In front of him was a rusted, corroded barrel that was used to store gas, with a chess board and pieces balanced on top. On the other side on a similar crate was a Helmet, Steel, Mark I helmet with a large dent on it.

Somehow, the helmet was winning the game.

"Damn it! You're cheating, Dave! Man, Charles doesn't cheat... Why can't you be more like him?"

"Because I'm not an Enfield rifle, Thomas. It's impossible for me to be more like him."

"Ah... Right. So, Dave, what were you before the war? Because didn't they melt you down from something?"

"I was a tea pot in a French styled cafe in Yorkshire."

"Pft... Northerner."

To the casual observer, it appeared that this United Khaki man was speaking to himself, showing that he was mentally unstable. But in Thomas' mind, he was having an engaging conversation with this helmet.

Perhaps this man was not always so crazy. Perhaps he was once quite stable.

Unfortunately, that is no longer the case.

"Bloody 'ell, you're a real arse, Dave."

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz merely smiled at the threat.

That is, until the nurse struck, elbowing the tough leather rigging, and grabbing his knife. Then an explosion deafened him as the zeppelin slammed into the ground a mere ten meters away, followed shortly by the appearance of yet another familiar face. Fritz turned, the knife being moved off the islander's throat as he did so.

"Karl? Why the hell did you leave on an Allied battleship?" He screamed in German, his face the epitome of fury.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front
"We're playing Go Fish, kraut. And this sonofabitch is about to pull a grenade, so kindly BACK THE FUCK OFF," Sarah growled, still holding onto the other German. Stefano also pointed his gun at the flamer. "I'll shoot his head clean off, tedesco scum!" he claimed, kicking the unconscious man in the side for good measure. He kicked him again just for the heck of it. "Hey friends, can I take his flamethrower later?" Stefano asked, clearly interested in it. "Sure thing pasta boy, just don't burn down the fucking trench."

Stefano pouted, but continued to point the SMG in at the German's head.

[Empire of Donner land]

James just laid there. The only words to really describe the surroundings around him were three very well chosen and meaningful words describing an air ship falling down and deafeningly exploding. A Italian mobster hitting a Whitestrian flame thrower on the head. A women tackleing the man on his back about to cut his throat, he owed a thank you there. And him about to blow him and everyone around him up.

What, the, fuck.

Yep that about summed it up for him. His day went from "Go Fish" to this. This drove him to really think about what happened to him that day in London when he was walking across the street. Again all he remembered was a dog licking his face. Perhaps the absolute cluster fuck happening around him was causing this. War was dumb, he was fed up.

James stood up still holding the pin, nodding at the airship captain pointing a pistol at everyone. And decided to say a few words.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! Is going on!"

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz smiled.

And spun around, coming face to face with the woman who was holding his knife arm. Laughed, and then kissed her, while drawing the cutter torch and pressing it up against the woman's stomach. His lips left hers, and he moved back an inch, smiling like a little madman.

"Do you know what I am? I'm just a lonely Grey who wants to go home and have a meal with his family. Maybe even go back and finish secondary school. However, you lot seem intent that I shouldn't be allowed to do that. I don't want to hurt you. In fact, I find you quite attractive, and I'd prefer if we all just dropped our weapons and walked off, to go see our families and live life not in a trench, falling through the air, or flying an oversize hot air balloon." He said, removing some of the pressure on the woman's stomach. "Does that seem reasonable?" He said, smiling brightly, like this was everyday routine, and life was a complete ball.

[Sonitusia]

Allied Front

Blushing profusely, Sarah nervously shivered as he began to loosen the pressure. He looked so dreamy, so handsome even, and he began to explain everything about him and how he was attracted to her. His smile was so warm too, and she felt like leaning in to give him a kiss in retur-

She spat in his face, and headbutted the bloke roughly. "What the hell is with men these days?!" she shouted, rubbing her head slightly, and Stefano nodded approvingly. "Yes, that was not very gentlemanly." But the Italian's little friend could not lie, and he felt his pants getting tighter. "Ohhhh, merda," he groaned, adjusting so that it didn't hurt.

[Shyluz]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz stood, the spit dripping on his forehead, the cutter torch at his side, and a nasty bruise forming on his bloodied nose. And sat, setting the torch down as he leaned on the trench's wall. He laughed for a solid ten seconds, before it slowly died. He looked up at the angry woman who stood in front of him.

"Why are we fighting? It doesn't accomplish anything. All it does is give us more reason to keep fighting." He sighed, wiping the spit/blood mixture off his face with a sleeve of the altitude suit. "Fritz Biermann." He said, extending his right hand towards the woman.

[Tracian Empire]

The"I not a German!" , said Karl, feeling insulted."I am a Whitestrian. Whitestrian!" He then looked at Fritz.
"Well, I got lost."

Meanwhile, unseen, Alexander managed to take the flamethrower in his hand. He used its barrel to hit the Italian in the face. Dropping the flamethrower in the ground once again. Taking his knife/bayonet in the hand, Alexander jumped over the Italian, trying to stab him.

[Empire of Donner land]

Allied Front
Fritz Biermann

Fritz stood, the spit dripping on his forehead, the cutter torch at his side, and a nasty bruise forming on his bloodied nose. And sat, setting the torch down as he leaned on the trench's wall. He laughed for a solid ten seconds, before it slowly died. He looked up at the angry woman who stood in front of him.

"Why are we fighting? It doesn't accomplish anything. All it does is give us more reason to keep fighting." He sighed, wiping the spit/blood mixture off his face with a sleeve of the altitude suit. "Fritz Biermann." He said, extending his right hand towards the woman.

James just dropped his grenade and sat on the opposite side of the trench from Fritz. For once he agreed with an enemy. He was done fighting for now. He just wanted to sit and breath. The man that just tried to slit his throat defending his freind who James shot at was infront of him offering Sarah his hand. An unbelievable sight to him. Which was ruined by the Whitestrian still fighting. He looked at the grenade still in the mud and grabbed it before anyone else could get any ideas. He saw a rock and decided to throw it at the man with the flame thrower hoping to knock him unconcious for good.

He picked it up and aimed and tossed it as hard as he could at the man's head. Still panting from being sat on with a knife to his throat and bleeding a little from his neck. He passed out from exhaustion his last sight being the German holding his hand out to Sarah and the rock missing the Flame thrower. James was tired. A combination of Heat exhaustion from wearing the mask and passing out from the blood.