Title:           WaffenFabrik (Aryanne x Anon) Chapter 2
Author:          Reichfag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 29th of July 2015 05:10:13 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 29th of July 2015 05:10:13 AM CDT

Chapter 2
 
>Your US fleet successfully made it to the German border early this morning, and it felt like an eternity for the sun to set beneath the horizon, for this certainly feels like the longest day you have experienced in recent time
>Darkness had crept in, ground frost covered most surfaces at this point, and the outdoors accompanied a cold, frosty breeze.
>The dark and drab of your surroundings surface remnants of your anger, but you dispel them quickly, for you would merely be repeating the same thoughts that haunted you in your drowsy state
>The cold and unforgiving conditions don’t shake you, in fact you feel excellent, the supposed cure for your unfathomably extensive cellular damage was indeed working
>This strange liquid entered your bloodstream less than fifteen minutes ago, and you’re already feeling fit again
>It is not possible, you tell yourself. How was this mare capable of creating such a cure? How does such an injection exist? Physics do not allow it.
>She showed no struggle in being bitter and senseless towards you, which frustrated you, but you soon realise that you are in her debt
>She practically offered to save your life provided you agree to work with her
>A cold-blooded Nazi
>Confusion sweeps your mind as you try to appreciate her kind gesture
>She saved your life
>All the death and bloodshed of your allies, none spared as the overwhelming firepower of the Nazi party mowed down Marine infantry as if it were nothing
>The violent memories claw their way back into your mind
>You’re unsure at this point what to feel about her, as far as you’re concerned, this girl is not nearly as bad as Friedrich, the one responsible for locking you up in a cage and taunting you as he so viciously did
>After leaving the company of Aryanne, Dahl requested, among the safety of his guards of course, that you were to be moved to a new vicinity
>You presume that this will be a more permanent holding quarters in regards to your use, but you don’t hold it against yourself
 
>You roll onto your side, and the bedsheets are freezing cold
>Herr Friedrich gave you the necessary accommodation until morning, an oddly kind gesture on his part
>The fact he has treated you with a certain extent of humility entertains that maybe, he has a fondness for you after all
>You lay in a row of converted cabins underneath the makeshift laboratory floors of the smelting wing, and along the bottom floor, it is clear they had relocated the machinery elsewhere and crafted individual rooms from the old moulding chambers, those that previously held many firearms
>The walls were hollowed out, and the remaining space were filled with chairs, tables, steel bed frames, as well as sinks, toilets, mattresses and a cubby hole sized window
>The window oversaw a brightly lit crossroad that connected the factory’s sectors together
>In the centre rested a tablet fused to one of the walls
>WaffenFabrik MKI, Breslau, Deutschland Gegründet 1933
>Read the tablet in big, seriffed letters
>The distance gave you a rare glimpse of flora, the luscious trees that once held leaves and fruits were stripped of their vegetation from the blast, the tips of their lifeless branches were visible over the brick enclosure
>These tiny cabins would have accommodated dozens of soldiers that formerly occupied the WaffenFabrik, before the explosion left those who weren’t selectively cured of their ailment by Friedrich, to simply perish
>Struck by the cold, you roll back on to the warm side, lifting up the flimsy pillow to reveal a small notebook
>You find it unusual that the nazi’s did not take it upon themselves to search through your wooly jacket after confiscating your only firearms, a Swiss Multi-tool, and a half empty magazine from a salvaged Walther P38
>All that lay in your possession is the notebook, a fountain pen, and a box of matches, and the jacket of course, your only defence against the bitterness
>You can fight the cold no longer, you must move and get warm
>You reach for the fountain pen, open the notebook and begin jotting at the top of the page
>(Friday), underlined for emphasis
>The previous night, you were briefly informed by Herr Dahl of your instructions for the following morning
>meals were to take place once a day, in the evening, and strictly within your cabin.
>You are to be accompanied by, and supervised by at least one Nazi operative at any given time
>During working hours, your behaviours, progress, and notable contributions are to be recorded by Aryanne via log book, then passed on to higher authority, either Dahl and the remainder of his team, or Friedrich himself.
>But you conclude that Friedrich would be far too busy to scrutinise your every action, and that he would rather focus on more important matters, leaving his dear Aryanne and Dahl in charge of organising and consolidating the science and physics behind your experiments
>A nazi guard approaches the cell door as you are seen gathering yourself
>You notice right away he is the same guard, the stockier of the two, that dragged you into the laboratory yesterday
>You make no efforts to speak to him, you only watch him, he knocks the cell gate with the barrel of his weapon, gesturing you to follow him
>All you can seem to look at is the red hat atop his head, the bright colour betrayed his otherwise depressingly drab uniform
>All the other nazi guards you have seen since being here have not worn hats like this
>You approach the cell door and follow him down the corridor to the stairs where you make your ascent above ground
>Aryanne’s laboratory sits in another building, a short walk from the smelting wing where you situate
 
 
>”Seven days, I gave you seven whole days” He screeched
>Friedrich paced frantically up and down the lab floor, leaving the petite little mare to absorb his words
 
>“Dahl took time out of his strenuous schedule to review the blueprints for prototype one, all I asked was that you have the final product working by the end of the week”
>Aryanne interjected gingerly ”I am trying as hard as I can Herr Friedrich, but the voltages you are asking for, I cannot achieve your demands with such little space, it’s not possible”
>”Phase II, phase II begins now, and you are behind on your deadlines” He barked, throwing a pen onto the operating table in frustration
>”I have more tests I can perform, I need more time, if I work with the American we can-“
>”That’s not why I sent him and you know it. We must move onto matter transfer as soon as possible, Russians will cut off our element supply lest we begin replicating these weapons immediately”
 
>Both the guard and yourself trot past a small surveillance hut outside and toward the laboratory, as you make your way through the door and up the main hallway, you hear echoes of frantic German bouncing of the walls.
 
>”You disgrace me, you disgrace the reich” He said
>Aryanne watched the floor in despair
>”You disgrace your Father…” Friedrich sneered
>The stallion turned his back, continuing his pacing steps
>Aryanne could feel herself begin to well up
>She panicked, her despair flushed away instantly and changed to searing anger
>”Just stop!” Aryanne yelled, a tremble in her voice.
 
>The guard walks inside Aryanne’s lab and you follow, beholding the sight of Friedrich’s razor sharp voice as he prepares a back hand slap
>”erbärmlich wenig-”
>Friedrich stops dead in his tracks upon noticing yours and the guards presence, leaving a cowering Aryanne between him and the operating table
>Saying nothing, he reaches for his papers and storms out of the room, almost nocking over Red Hat in the process