Creating monsters (Galra-Grinvel)

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Fiegler was hungover, he didn't remember much from last night, just that he was hammered drunk and banned from another bar. He drank to cope with the boredom of his post in Western Grinvel. The dry desert air didn't slack much heat despite it being winter, in the Western desert plains of Grinvel the heat was oppressive year round. Maybe that's why this military base was selected here, and maybe that's why Galra wanted to meet with the Reich so eagerly. They wanted to being the process of arming Grinvel to deter Roskana and Marrlan with ease. 

As entered the hanger a group of Galran and Grinvelian officers and engineers were huddled around a Galra light tank studying it. "You're late Herr Fiegler" an annoyed Grinvelian officer chimed, Major Stuber wasn't pleased with Fiegler's choice of decompression after work but tolerated him for his duties and performance as a soldier. "Apologies herr comrade, it won't happen again." Stuber nodded, "It will..." He wrapped his arm around Fiegler and turned him from the group, "Do not leave me with these...zealots again." 

"Why gentlemen, are you ready to wage god's holy war? Or are you about to waste the Imperial State's time?" they both turned a portly looking man with a rather smug look on his face. "Not at all herr Thompson, we are ready to proceed." Chad Thompson snorted at the Grinvel he considered trash and began a presentation of a new tank for Grinvel to use in their military. "You'll need to copy our technology, of course we need you to be able to mass produce these as fast as possible." The Grinvel and Galra teams began drawing up designs, a tank that would assist Grinvel infantry companies in waging the coming war. Initial designs pleased the Galra, they were shocked to find Grinvel capable of understanding their technology so swiftly.

A model would be made before prototyping builds were ordered, Thompson nodded at the final design. "Very good, truly our lord supports us in the coming crusade." Fiegler shuddered every time the Galran spoke like that, he was ready for another drink. The Grinvel and Galran teams would begin construction of the prototype tank, codenamed Bärenkiller.

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Project Bärenkiller was well underway, fabricated metal from Grinvelian factories bonded with Galran technology creating the first prototype. Grinvel designed the engine and internal workings while Galra instructed them in the creation of the light tank. Fiegler watched as his countrymen eagerly ate anything the Galra officials told them, were they so eager to slaughter the Roskana and Marrlan to listen to these...cultist?

He kept his thoughts to himself, his superiors enjoyed the cooperation and now Galra was bringing in proposed aircraft upgrades, artillery, small arms and bombs. Galra would do the same for Verak, Fiegler thought, they're planning something big but he knew better than to stick his nose too far. "Fiegler! Comrade Thompson wants to meet you!" said a random Grinvel soldier, Fiegler turned and began walking toward the back of the hanger. He could hear the gospel music playing loudly and the sight of Galran soldiers glaring him down with a sort of madness that made him shudder. "The kraut eater is here." the soldier said stunning Fiegler at his sudden rude comment.

"Ahhh yes, send the boy on in." Fiegler walked into the office which had been adorned with Ux Voshoz symbolism and Galra imagery of the all seeing eye. "Stunning isn't it, greatness for all of humanity. If it would drop the stubbornness of rejecting god's will anyway." Fiegler didn't care for the Galran, they were all pretty insufferable but Thompson was a high ranking man in the Imperial State, he fully bought into the idea that Galra would inherit the world by divine right and all those beyond the border be infidels to purge or be used. Fiegler didn't like either option.

"Feeger right?"
"Fiegler"
"Not important, Faegle, listen I need you to get your people kicked into gear we're starting weapon testing soon and that pretty much means this bad boy is ready for mass production. So we'll need to pony up your artillery corps and air corps soon. Go run and be a good boy and set those up for me will ya?"

Fieglar hid his anger and nodded leaving the room but heard Thompson laugh to one of his guards, "he smells like soured cabbage too hahahahaha". Fiegler wanted to shoot that man. He ignored his emotional desire to turn Thompson's head into a canoe and began the process of setting up crews to come to the desert and test new artillery and aircraft prototypes.

A few days later the Barenkiller passed weapons testing and was approved for mass production immeadiately.

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Gun fire cracked across the flat desert as Grinvelian and Galran officials observed several semi automatic rifles being developed and used by the Reich military. The Grinvel G11 was already out performing Galran designs proposed and it was suggested it be the primary firearms for heavy infantry forces.

"What about artillery?" Thompson asked annoyed at his prolonged stay in the Grinvel desert. "We've developed some long range guns, the caliber you insisted on will help us crack the enemy fortifications." Thompson wasn't impressed, in his time here the Grinvel had proven capable of building weapons of war but it came through Galran coin and shortcutting their tech development. "What about aircraft? The Roskanan military is large you'll need significant airpower to slaughter those damn freaks" Thompson muttered, "Fiegler is in charge of that" the Grinvel responded. Thompson smirked, "ah the cabbage eater, where is he?" the Grinvelian told him at the Northern airfield.

Fiegler watched the aircraft fly through the air with ease, it made short work of the testing targets and would slaughter enemy infantry and vehicles. But the aircraft had an annoying issue, it consumed fuel very quickly. The engine the Grinvel and Galran engineer teams came up with allowed the plane to lift off with enough payload and armament to cripple an entire platoon but at the cost of fuel consumption meaning they could need regular re fuels. The craft landed smoothly and Fiegler announced they were done for the day, much to his delight as it meant he could finally go grab a cold beer in town. Then he saw the column of vehicles pulling up, "Fuck" he sighed. Thompson and his team had come to inspect the aircraft for themselves.

The Galran looked over the attack fighter with amusement, even he was surprised, "Very well done Fongler, your team actually made something impressive. I'll have the blueprints sent to the Imperial State, we could use this to help cut down our own enemies." Fiegler remained silent, "Go drink your sinful drink little man, I know you can barely contain yourself." Thompson said dismissively. Fiegler gritted his teeth, he felt rage fill him but he walked off to the tune of Thompson laughing, "like an animal." Fiegler knew the next project would be developing long range artillery.

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It was deafening, the new monster made between Galra and Grinvel was a 149mm artillery piece made for the sole purpose of destroying fortifications and wiping out entrenched enemies. 

"This weapon will make short work of the Liberty Wall and Roskana's border defenses. It has HE rounds and Anti personal rounds. It can be easily towed by trucks and set up very quickly, more importantly you can reload this 5 rounds per minute. Making an entire detachment utterly deadly. This gentleman, will break your enemies." 

A round of applause flooded the demonstration as Thompson grinned and walked over to the final project being worked on. Thompson picked up light firearm and slapped in a magazine, "The prophet's final holy gift to you, an equalizer." He pulled the bolt back and fired off several rounds rapidly into the open desert. "This fires 32 9mm rounds in this magazine. A single fire team using these can destroy a platoon of enemy Roskana. We will be shipping it across all SU nations. Several Grinvelian officers clapped happily as Galran soldiers brought out crates of the smg out, "We call it the B3 submachine gun." Several Grinvelian soldiers and officers fired them off in glee into the desert. 

Thompson went over the Grinvel superiors, "The next phase is mass production, make as many weapons, tanks, aircraft and recruit as many bodies in the next couple of years. We must be ready." 

Fiegler saw what was coming, this wasn't to deter war, it was to prepare for it.