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Multiple Settings Roar of Steel —— WW2 AU Steampunk/Dieselpunk RP

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The meaning of life is the fine game of nil
The year is 1940, April. The German Blitzkrieg had swept through Poland, yet just as it seems like the world had been plunged into another major conflict after two decades of peace, it went weirdly quiet. For months after Poland’s capitulation, no shots had been fired in the west, and people are starting to get convinced the new world war may never come at all.

They have their justification for believing so. The Great War saw the technological advancements that rendered the “gentlemen war” in the past into absolute meat grinder. The scene of gigantic killing robots stomping across the battlefield are still a vivid symbol in the memories of a generation that almost have their previous generation of men entirely wiped out in the new type of warfare.

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The Phoney War, as this period had been known as in history, is about to end.

But before the Germans would march into Belgium, there is a country that they need to secure first.

Norway.

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Under the cover of darkness, 10 German destroyers had sneaked into the Norwegian port of Narvik.

The waxing crescent hung motionless, the cloud rolled and whirling upon themselves, on moment obscuring the crescent, and then open a chasm so that the dim moonlight could cast upon the plain dark ocean down below, reflecting on the heavy snow in the fog.

The destroyers, despite sailing in formation, couldn’t actually see the silhouette of one another under the cover of such darkness and weather conditions. All lights on the weather deck had been cut, on each destroyers theres only one red lightbulb, covered so that it can only be seen from direct rear, keeping the German sailors in each other’s wake.

On board the destroyers are three battalions of German troops. In operation weserübung, speed are of it’s essences, the Germans had resorted to using fast warships to transport landing troops as oppose to using conventional transport ships, in order to achieve the element of surprise before the allies could respond.

Alongside two battalions of Gebirgsjäger, there’s one battalion from the LSSAH, a detachment from the Waffen-SS division. Only recently been in combat since “case white”, this time the Führer had sent his elite guards up north to test their resourcefulness in the Scandinavian artic. (In our timeline all three battalions were Gebirgsjäger)

The violent motion of the Type 1934 Destroyer carrying the German battalions that included their equipments affected all of them, leaving them in miserable condition. The destroyer designed for a complement of 325 now have more than 500 people stuck on board on all of it’s deck like a can of sardines. The warship wallows like a drunken swine, being overloaded with personnel, six water-tube boilers push the sleek grey hull over the choppy waves of Norwegian Sea at 25 knots, rather sluggish for a destroyer.

They were all nervous, every sailors, every soldiers. Hermina Stelzner, looks around the packed weather deck and saw the same emotion on all their faces, those young sons and daughters of Germany in her company. She could imagine how catastrophic it would be for this ship had it takes a torpedo hit right now. Every hallway, every ladders are stuck, there’s no hope of escape for anyone down below if chaos broke out, and even if you get disembarked from the ship, you won’t survive in this freezing artic water for long.

Their orders were to occupy Norway peacefully, if at all possible. But nothing can be said for certain, especially now that France and Britain are officially at war with Germany…
 
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The armies of this new Alliance against germany filled the Port at Halstad, Norwegians, French, the Free Poles, Englishmen, and Legionnaires of every conceivable origin, all were forming ranks and fanning out alongside every type of Machine they could bring with them. Trucks, Tankettes, and light Bipedal walkers for scouting were already scattered amoung the small wooden houses of what mere days ago had been little more than a quiet fishing town tucked into a norther fjord, now t was transforming into what would be the first of many army depots. 100 Kilometers east the Germans were no doubt already digging in around their gains and reacting fast was the only way to recover any of it before the terrain could be turned against them.

"Marcher! Allez-Vous!" Soleil blew a whistle as his platoon fell into a column behind him at double time. "Move you imbeciles! Or do you plan to sit here and wait for the Germans to come here and kill you?"

Despite the Mechanized moniker of their division, the Republic hadn't seen fit to actually send enough trucks with them to move the entire division with their supplies, apparently under the assumption that Norway's mountainous terrain would make such vehicles redundant. Naturally, being the arguably the single most hated officer among the 1st, Lieutenant Soleil Barre had drawn the short straw and had been ordered to have his men walk through the arctic terrain to begin establishing a connection between the 1st Mechanized's HQ and the Chasseur Divisions that were already moving ahead to set up a skirmish line and test the defenses around Narvik.

"Connards" Soleil muttered to himself, bringing the Platoon into a full jog. "Send me to die in a hole and make sure to do it in the one place where it's guaranteed to freeze over. I die here and there won't even be a corpse to bury."

With the sun just beginning to rise ahead of them, Barre Platoon marched out of town and onto the front.
 

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