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The Millenium Group was formed in the dieing days of the Second World War, a desperate attempt to win the war by taming the powers of the supernatural to the will of the Third Reich. In the flaming ruin of Hitler's defeat, much of the Millenium organisation fled in secret to South America, where they continued their plans, their research. Now, with this army of a thousand Vampires, this glorious Kampff Grupp, what shall be the result.
Shall there be a weak and shit like war? Or a glorious war, the odour of gunpowder, the ruins of buildings, blood in the streets. The hammer of boots, the thunder of artillery. Shall it be Krieg?
KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG!
THEN LET THERE BE KRIEG!

The Major sat, surveying his glorious troops, the last bastion of a glorious Reich. They said it would last a Thousand Years, and by their struggle, it may just.
He smirked wryly, chuckling, his face animated with emotion, as he turned to pet the wolf eared boy at his side. Warrant Officer Schrodinger looked up, as the Major turned. This army was ready to announce itself to the world.

COMMUNICATIONS ACTIVE: SIEG HEIL!

"Greetings. We are the Last Battalion, you may call us Millenium., For too long,we have dwelt in your shadows, for too long have we hidden our glory from the world. Eternal life could be yours, we can grant you that gift, so long as you aid us. We will bring the fight to any who seek to oppose our glorious aims. I, the acting Fuhrer, following Mein Fuhrer's order 666, hereby declare ourselves to the world. Guten Morgen."

A ship moved softly through the cold water of the atlantic, casting its long shadow by moonlight. It was The Eagle; an aircraft carrier...And it was coming under new management. Immediately.
Speakers roared as a helicopter tore through the silence of the night, the blaring voice echoing with songs of war and bloodshed; of great litanies of combat. This was a helicopter of Millenium.

On board; her long black hair framing her freckled face; raising one hand to adjust her glasses, sliding them further up her nose, other hand clasping her musket; Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle smirked her fanged smile.

How she loved Var

Soldiers poured from the helicopter as it landed, clad in army uniforms, marked with the symbols of the Reich; she pushed through them, moving onto the silent deck. So this was it.

"Heil, occupants of the Eagle; ve are Millenium" She smiled softly, almost giggling. "This vessel and its capabilities, now belong to us"

Behind her, men were working frantically over the deck with pots of a red substance that one would pray was paint; baptising it with their accursed national standard; a great Swastika on the deck, to show they had returned.

"The Adler, naval flagship of the Reich's Atlantic Fleet, hereby mobilises und begins its mission..."

Echoing across the speakers, came the voice of their glorious leader; Herr Major.

"Gentlemen....I love var..."

"Gentlemen...I love var! Gentlemen, I so love var"

But already his voice faded into the background, as calming as the rocking of the waves, as Rip Van made her way forth, kicking the door of the control room in and striding forth with almost arrogant pride. Ja, this was their ship now; not good enough to merely make their own ships when these could so easily be taken.

The Vampires who had betrayed their crews waited to one side; watching as, with gloved hand, she caressed the control panels.

"Ja, dis is good...." She turned, grinning at the new vampires, stepping to one side, raising her musket. "Danke" She whispered. "Auf Wiedersehen" And then pulled the trigger, the two vampires bursting into blood spray, daubing the walls in gratuitious scarlet mural.

"My varhead vill punish all vithout distinction...."



Millenium was preparing. From the command chair, marked with great golden eagles; banners hanging from the walls embossed with Swastikas; Herr Major sat, a cat eared boy sitting at his side, purring as the Major smirked softly, glancing at the great map of the world which dominated the wall.

"Mein Fuhrer" A voice behind him, as the figure bowed; its long whire coat swishing about him, the insane grin upon his face as his 12 fingers intertwined and cracked.

"Ah, my Dear Professor. How do things progress, Doc?"

"All is well; Rip Van has made her move."

"Good, Good...And vat of our announcement to the world?"

"Apparently, we may soon expect guests."

"Good; prepare for their arrival. Schrodinger" His eyes turned to the youth at his side, who sprang up.

"Ja, Herr Major?"

"Be sure to entertain our guests"

The boy grinned, saulting crisply, as he faded away.

"Now, dear Doctor; come; tell me of the progress you have made...How many?"

"At present, 50 fully operational Kampff Grupps. Each with a thousand soldiers. A thousand Midians..."

"Excellent; I cannot wait, dear Doctor. To watch war erupt again; to hear the pounding of artillery and bootheels; the very scent of death..."

"Well, guess who the cat dragged in..." The (not very) democratically elected president of DRS, CEO of Guns of Slaughter Industries, Hayasaka Eikichi, muttered, as he heard the declaration of war on the world from that lunatic. He had read there was an insane group of Nazis experimenting with undeath when he came to office, part of the "crap from the past" documents all new presidents had to become thoroughly aquainted with. "Gentlemen, what do you suggest?" His minsters were all either yakuza, or psychotic military men. DRS' political game was something dark, very dark...

"I say we dump a nuke on them." Sho Aikawa, yakuza chief, groaned. "No, that'd cause too much ruckus with the international comittee.." Hayasaka muttered. "The Rent'a'Zilla, then?" Toshiro Tsubasa, minister of the Interior and former Chaos Prevention agent suggested. "Waste of meat. We need 'Zillas to fend off aliens." The General of the Navy, a masked man known by mr. Creep, got up. "I'll sink them with my Island Fortress ship." Hayasaka thought for a moment, then allowed him to. "It's already known how much stress we put on our navy. Go and claim your prey."

In the meanwhile, in a research lab, a creature moved inside a large test-tube. It could sense the imminent carnage to come... And it was delighted.

Below him, the armies of Millenium lined up; the dead in their Kampff Gruppes; the undead army of the Reich ascendant. The Major chuckled softly, gloved hand tapping against the arm of his chair; to one side of him, The Captain; to the other; Doc. He smirked lightly as he rose; and Doc stepped to his side, long swishing white coat stained with blood; bare midriff shimmering in artificial light.

"Mein Fuhrer, all proceeds as planned. Ve have announced ourselves to the world, but have, as of yet, had no official recognition"

"I expected as much. There are few who vould velcome our return; fewer still who would truly care, or see the benefits that ve offer"

"Ja; but we must prepare, as always for our main goals."

"Of course, good professor. All in good time. For now; let us avait the sympony and its beginning. Let us prepare to the sweet music of var; the endless songs of tumult and bloodshed."

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BROADCASTING: SIEG HEIL!

"People of the world; we once again open our offer of contact, hacing just now re-emerged into this changed world. We offer alliance, kinship and the very secrets of Eternal life to those willing to at least meet with us. We will go to any length to procure the aid of this strange new world; that has such people in it.

For the longevity of all, for the glory of the Reich"

-Herr Major

A message to the whole world for the God-Emperor Count JWolf:

The secret to Eternal life is to become a vampire or werewolf. You have that for free without having to form an alliance with the Dominion.

"Singing our song now, Wolf? You ought to pay us royalties, or at least change the tune untermenshen. This does not concern you. This is our announcement to the world; not an opportunity for you to steal our limelight.

Are we clear?"

“There you go again, Major. Play with the big bad ancient and some bad will happen. Pay royalties for what? Everybody knew the knowledge about Eternal life before my message it is not a secret. And it is JWolf not Wolf but I did go by that name a long time ago” ~ The God-Emperor Count JWolf

"Then keep to your own affairs ancient ones; an army of Midians and their goals are not your problem; though you claim to have ended World War Two, and danced a merry bloody jig to the land beyond the Forest; you rule over a kingdom of lesser beings in the East. Truly pitiful that you should think yourself so superior; when you, just as we, are simply glorified Leeches, feasting on the lifesblood of others to survive. Does it hurt you to be called a parasite? Or do you accept what you are? Wolf, Dog, Animal?"

-Herr Major.

"All men to battle stations." Mr. Creep said in his monocordic tone, devoid of emotion. Inside, though, he was full with joy. He'd finally get to use his fleet. Beneath the Island Fortress, a Dreadnought almost the size of a small island, as much as 5 submarines prepared to engage the Eagle. The many guns of the ship pointed at the carrier. Only a little more until they were in ranged.

Hayasaka's orders were clear. Take them down unnawares. Of course, with a giant battle ready ship on their way, and submarines outflanking the Eagle, it was a bit hard to look unsuspicious. The Island Fortress opened fire, and a volley worthy of at least two of its smaller cousins was sent against the carrier. Meanwhile, the submarines opened fire as well, torpedoes cruising beneath the waters against their targets.

Back in DRS, the military and air force was ready for action. The soldiers had been deployed, fighters cruised the skies. The nuke defence systems were ready, and the whole country was in full alert. If they wanted war... They had it.

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(( Did you get this idea from Hellsing (The manga not the anime)? ))

“Oh…Major, Major, Major. I think I have told you this before, you and your people don’t know a damn thing at the Dominion or me. You say I rule over lesser beings that is wrong. I rule over vampires, mutants, and humans of all ages. Really I did not end WWII, Hitler did die in 1945 but he did not commit suicide. He died by my blade. I’m superior over all vampires and humans. Being 10,000 years old, I have learned from the past. What I am is, what I am.”

OOC: Man, your fun to RP with.

OOC: I'd call it a rip-off.

OOC: I'd call it a rip-off.

OOC: Really it is not a rip-off. TMG, it just use the idea of the Hellsing series.

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(( Did you get this idea from Hellsing (The manga not the anime)? ))

OOC: Yeah, figured it'd be fun to have Millenium kicking around :) An interesting idea, that and their superior to the Anime. Can't wait for a Millenium toting 2nd series.

People might call me a rip off, yes. But its not different than having a ST, SW, SG-1, Wh40k based nations.

“Oh…Major, Major, Major. I think I have told you this before, you and your people don’t know a damn thing at the Dominion or me. You say I rule over lesser beings that is wrong. I rule over vampires, mutants, and humans of all ages. Really I did not end WWII, Hitler did die in 1945 but he did not commit suicide. He died by my blade. I’m superior over all vampires and humans. Being 10,000 years old, I have learned from the past. What I am is, what I am.”

OOC: Man, your fun to RP with.

"Ja; you sound terrifying in your castle in the East. But ve do not fear you. Rightly we should, larger more violent damned aristocracy of the Night. But did not Partisans hamper the armies of the Reich? Can not an army of determined individuals; even a small army not hold out against a determined foe? We want no war with you, Count. But keep out of our affairs. Being old, does not given you dominion over the earth and other Midians."

“Okay, this is last time…I will talk to you. Thought I was going to say before I destroy you. Plus…maybe after the little duel, I will come over to your great nation and meet you in person. So, we will wait and see. And maybe you will fear me then after I show you my true power”

"Who says you would have to wait till after the duel to meet me, Count? Now, if our business is for now concluded; we open the offer of diplomatic contact to any other nations who wish to meet with us."

"Gentlemen...I love var! Gentlemen, I so love var"
[...]"we open the offer of diplomatic contact to any other nations who wish to meet with us."

OOC: You really crack me up. I gotta admit, after reading your first post, I literally laughed out loud at how absurd it all was. And...I see your diplomatic skills are excellent! 1) Declare war on just about everyone. 2) Offer relations arrangements.

Nevertheless, keep going with this. It'll provide me some humor, something I don't see much on NS anymore ICly.

OOC: Its exactly how it would have went in the anime ;) Just about. All that Concerns the Major is savorign the endless joy of war.

For the next war....

und the next war...

BEsides; the "I love var" Speech was only being broadcast to Rip and co.

"All men to battle stations." Mr. Creep said in his monocordic tone, devoid of emotion. Inside, though, he was full with joy. He'd finally get to use his fleet. Beneath the Island Fortress, a Dreadnought almost the size of a small island, as much as 5 submarines prepared to engage the Eagle. The many guns of the ship pointed at the carrier. Only a little more until they were in ranged.

Hayasaka's orders were clear. Take them down unnawares. Of course, with a giant battle ready ship on their way, and submarines outflanking the Eagle, it was a bit hard to look unsuspicious. The Island Fortress opened fire, and a volley worthy of at least two of its smaller cousins was sent against the carrier. Meanwhile, the submarines opened fire as well, torpedoes cruising beneath the waters against their targets.

Back in DRS, the military and air force was ready for action. The soldiers had been deployed, fighters cruised the skies. The nuke defence systems were ready, and the whole country was in full alert. If they wanted war... They had it.

The Eagle opened fire; it's guns roaring even as torpedoes slammed against it's metallic hull; the vessel lurching and shaking with impact; the deck ablaze from the pounding guns of the Island fortress; but they were not yet ready to so eagerly fall into the abyss; a collosal blast hurled forth from the guns of the ship; from it's missle defence systems; and other guns; all trained upon the mighty fortress; if not to kill, then to maul, to maim; to hurt...

The resounding boom of a musket echoed amongst them; the bullets howling forth in crazed accuracy towards its targets; Rip's face a mask of war-mongering delight; Der Freischutz upon her lips in battle hymn; her voice raising amidst the war-like splendor. Planes took off from the mauled deck, bringing weapons to bear against the fortress; missles and bombs and guns, all firing in dreadful unison; as the Eagle adjusted it's course; and, ablaze; looming like some terrible ghost ship...She turned towards the Fortress; ready to strike; as unwieldy and forboding as the Demeter itself slamming into Whitby bay....