Description
The year is 2179. For the past 14 years, the Third Solar War has raged
across the inner colony worlds, and has dragged the outlaying systems
into the fray. Most recently the New Anglian Confederation colony of
Bradley on Fliesher II fell to a massive combined NSL/IJSN strike. The
Federal Stats Europa, the NAC's staunchest ally in this war, has been
beaten back on several worlds. The ESU is holding its own, but it not
faring much better against the NSL. The OU was fighting for its very
survival against the IJSN. Many of the Core Worlds were now in the hands
of the NSL. The UNSC? Nothing more than a puppet of the NSL.
Three
Solar Wars. Decades upon decades of interstellar conflict. Death Camps
on dozens of worlds and moons. Will it ever end? Will the Nazi
Stratocratic League and its allies finally achieve that which they have
attempted twice before? Special Forces Captain John 'Black Jack'
Makowsky pondered these dark thoughts as he waited.
"Captain? The general will see you now. Right this way..."
Captain Makowsky rose and followed the sergeant to the general's office.
"Jack! Good to see you. Please sit down. What you're about to learn you're going to find difficult to understand..."
Several hours later, Jack found himself staring blankly at a cup of
rapidly cooling coffee. His second, Lieutenant Benjamin Izenberg, had
joined him a few minutes ago but could not coax Jack into responding.
Finally he stirred. But he didn't look up.
"Ben, we're being sent on a mission. All volunteer."
"One way?"
Jack nodded.
"Come on, Cap. We've been on 'one-way' missions before. We've come out
okay." There was a pause before Benjamin added, "Well, mostly."
Jack just stared into his coffee.
"Sir?"
"Ben, we're not coming back from this one. No one is coming back."
"What the hell? Where the frag are they sending us?"
"Earth. Germany. 1944."
