Projekt Untoten

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28th May 1944, somewhere in Berlin.

the scientists watched from behind reinforced safety glass as the corpse in the sealed chamber in front of them was sprayed with the chemical.
slowly the corpse began to jerk uncontrollably, before clambering off the table and stooping to peer through the glass at the assembled scientists and Nazi top brass, including the Fuhrer himself.
after a few seconds there was a round of applause as the Fuhrer stepped forward to congratulate the scientists on their acheivement, Projekt Untoten was ready, and nothing could stop Germany now.

4 months later...

by now the war was at a stalemate, after further testing Nazi Germany had unleashed the results of Projekt Untoten on the Eastern front, before using it in Italy, and later on in Normandy after the D-Day landings, but now on all fronts, due to the unpredictability of the new super-weapon, there was several miles of dead man's land between the lines, in which the reaminated dead roamed freely, feasting on anybody foolish enough to enter their domain. but now the Western Allies have decided that the stalemate on the Western Front must be broken! as such they have formed the Supernatural Affairs Field Executive (S.A.F.E for short), an organisation comprised of the best and brightest British, American, French, Polish and ANZAC soldiery. this organisation has been tasked with purging the undead...

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you are all either members of S.A.F.E, German troops or in Zemmy's case, zombies, you each are in command of a 10-man squad of troops.

S.A.F.E players:
your squad may be any or all of the nationalities listed above, your squad is comprised of specialists; and has access to most infantry equipment. this does not include artillery or air forces, but keep it realistic, a squad of tankers will be lightly armed, as will a squad of jeep-mounted commandos.
your objective is to thrust through Dead Man's Land, and through the German lines.

German players:
your squad will be comprised of battle-worn troops, your choices of troop types are much more diverse than that of S.A.F.E, your squad may be either infantry, artillery or motorized, fallschmjager, but not aircrew!
your objective is to stop S.A.F.E at all costs!

Zombie players:
blaaarrghhh! garggh blarrgh waaghh! brains....
(Translation; your 'squad' will be comprised of Allied, Axis and civillian undead, your only weapons will be your teeth and fingernails, but since you are zombies, your 'squad' may be twice as large as a human squad, totalling in 20 (ish) zombies. your objective is to eat as many humans as possible.)

RULES:
normal forum rules, no spamming, no god-modding, etc etc.
keep it realistic, if you are not sure of the historical accuracy of something, then check it on Wikipedia, if there is something wrong with anything you say then i will PM you.

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name:
Personal Weapon:
Faction:
Force Type:
Nationality:
Squad:
 

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Name: Hauptmann(Cpt) Manfred Von Steiner
Personal Weapon: MP35, Walther P38, Hilter youth dagger
Faction: Wermacht, Paranormal Division
Nationality: German

Squad Member 1: Leutnant(Lt) Ingrid Hauer
Personal Weapon: MP35, Walther P38
Nationality: German

Squad Member 2: Feldwelbel(Sgt) Sven Haraldsen
Personal Weapon: FG 42, Walther P38, Stick Grenades
Nationality: Finnish
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The rain lashed down violently as the kubelwagon sped down the narrow farm track towards the small german village, the orange glow of the fires caused by the nights bombing raid easily guiding the driver to where it was required.
Taking a left hand turn just before reaching the village the kubelwagon came to a stop just outside of the German outpost that had been set up only a few weeks before, a line of sandbags with a machingun nest in its centre blocking all entry into the camp, a sensible moved considering the incident that had occurred within.
Stepping out of the jeeps backseat Hauptman Manfred Von Steiner stood a nice round 6' with dark blonde hair and blue eyes the epitome of the Aryan man, made his way to where the Oberst was currently shouting orders to a group of terrified recruits "Belay that order, Oberst Rheinhardt why has the camp not been burnt?" the Oberst turned to shout down the impudent captain however upon seeing the two Red X's on the collar of his uniform jacket decided against it "We...we still have men inside Herr Hauptman....I was about to order a rescue mission..."
"They're dead...All of them" the cool and calculating voice of the woman cut in causing the colonel to gape at her. She was tall, though not as tall as her superior officer and had her short blonde hair tied in a bun at the back of her headgiving her a rather severe look, almost like that of a scholl mistress but not as friendly
"But how do you..."
"Trust me Herr oberst if Ingrid says they're dead then they're dead....Burn it down immediatly"
the colonel considered arguing against the decision for all of a few moments before shouting the appropriate orders, a team of men armed with flamethrowers went running towards the gates to start the process of eradication, though it would take several hours before it was completed.
A womans scream splits the night sky causing those gathered to turn towards the town with looks of mounting horror "Herr Oberst it seems you have failed to contain the incident...Sven find me five volunteers its looks like we've got Untoten to deal with"
Walking over to the jeep Manfred grabbed a pair of weapons from the backseat tossing one of the to his second in command "Come Ingrid, lets make this quick we have more important matters elsewhere"
 
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Name: Sergeant Peter Mitchell
Personal Weapon: Sten Gun, Enfield revolver.
Faction: S.A.F.E
Force Type: Jeep mounted sniper group,
Nationality: English.

Squad Member 1: Corporal Dennis Mcdowler
Personal Weapon: Shotgun, captured Luger.
Nationality: Scottish.

Squad Member 2: Private Richard Cooper
Personal Weapon: SMLE with telescopic sights, captured P38.
Nationality: English.

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the jeep drove through Dead Man's Land cat breakneck speed, they needed to get to the German lines as fast as possible, Mcdowler was driving, Mitchell was in the passenger seat and Cooper was in the back with the equipment, watching out for any signs of trouble.
they were nearing the Kraut lines, gunfire could be heard from ahead, the zombies must have found a Jerry position.
 

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Name: Staff Sergeant Richard Manners Ridgeway
Personal Weapon: Colt M1911A1, Katana
Faction: S.A.F.E
Force Type: Chindits reconnesaince unit
Nationality: English.

Squad Member 1: Sergeant John Grant
Personal Weapon: Thompson SMG, Colt M1911, machete
Nationality: English.

Squad Member 2: Private James Morgan
Personal Weapon: Lee Enfield Mk 3 HT (sniper version with 3.5x telescopic sight), Colt M1911A1, kukri
Nationality: Irish

Squad Member 3: Private John Cook
Personal Weapon: Thompson SMG, Colt M1911, machete
Nationality: English

Squad Member 4: Private “Little” Don McIntyre
Personal Weapon: Bren Mk III, Colt M1911A1, Machete
Nationality: Scottish

Squad Member 5: Bombardier Charles Anderson
Personal Weapon: Thompson SMG, Colt M1911, machete
Nationality: Australian

Squad Member 6: Lance Bombardier Edward Kenna
Personal Weapon: Thompson SMG, Colt M1911, machete
Nationality: Australian

Squad Member 7: Rifleman Lachhiman „Ger“ Gurung
Personal Weapon: De Lisle Commando carbine, Colt M1911A1, kukri
Nationality: Gurkha

2 Chindit trained mules carrying supplies and extra ammo, Vickers and 2 inch-mortar.
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It’s been two days since they entered into no-man’s land. So far nothing to worry about, and that was the most worrying sign. Abandoned farms and spoiled crops on fields, empty roads, forests weirdly silent, with no sign of any animal life.
They camped at the small clearence on a verge of one such forest. Few metres from them the forest was opening into a barren field and a small village few hundred metres farther.
- I thought I’d never say that, but I’m missing the jungle – Cook whispered through clenched teeth.
- At least Jap wasn’t after your brains – agreed Anderson.
- I’m telling y’all, this country’s gonna kill us – snapped Kenna. - I hate this country and I hate this continent. If my folks wanted to be ‘ere, they’d stayed ‘ere.
Sarge quickly swallowed last bite of his K-breakfast and was about to stomp on this conversation when bushes nearby slightly moved. It was “Ger” Gurung, back from a reconnaissance at the village. Few seconds later Morgan, team's sniper who until now was covering Ger, quietly jumped from a near-by tree.
 
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Booted feet marched noisily down the cobbled street, the sounds of gunfire could be heard coming from the camp as the colonel set about eradicated the Untoten many of whom had been his own men only a few moments before.
Another scream split the night, though this one was alot closer than the last "Which buildings are they in?" Manfred asked stopping in the middle of the rain soaked street. Closing her eyes the woman stood in complete silence, her right hand held out before her as if she was trying to grasp some unseen object before finally speaking "That one, that one and that one" she said her eyes snapping open as she indictaed three houses on the left hand side of the street, the large sergeant whom had driven the paranormal officers quickly divided the small group of cowering volunteer's into two groups each one designated a building to clear, the third building was to be taken by Manfred and his team.
The door crashed inwards with a single strike of the big sergeants boot, Sven was a large man with great broad shoulders that stretched his uniform jacket to near breaking point, his dark hair far to long for army regulations not that anybody would dare to point this out to him as his face was a fearsome sight ot behold, covered in scars with a single milky white eye beside his undamaged brown one.
Several sets of eyes turned to face the intruders, snarling and hissing before being cut down by the three Paranormal troopers weapons, a door to their left burst open as another two emerged dressed in field grey only to meet the same fate as those in the corridor.
A womans cry for help suddenly comes from upstairs causing Manfred to involuntarily look up "Ingrid, Sven finish up down here whilst i go and play prince charming" his bright white teeth all but glistening as he grinned at the others.
Taking the stairs two at a time Manfred kicked open the nearest door to find a pair of Untoten clawing at the young woman taking refuge inside a wardrobe. Taking careful aim Manfred fired two single shots into the backs of the creatures heads "Are you alright Fraulein? have you been bitten?" he asked as the young woman emerged from the wardrobe physically shaken by what had happened to her "I...I Think so...Its only small" she spoke showing the small semi-circle of teeth marks on her arm.
Manfed let out a disappointed sigh as his eyes fell upon the wound his voice becoming very grave as he spoke to her "oh fraulein...I am afraid you are very far from being alright"
 

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(OOC: I just want to confirm that if you die then you become a zombie, that goes for your squad members as well. Therefore you can play as two rolls and also if you are a zombie and your squad kills someone then they automatically join your squad.)

Name: James McCauley
Personal Weapon: Thompson M1, Colt M1911, Mark 1 trench knife (All members of the squad are armed with the last two weapons on the list.)
Faction: S.A.F.E.
Force Type: Heavy Assault
Nationality: Irish

Squad Member 1: Sam Jones
Weapon: Lanchester
Nationality: Irish

Squad Member 2: Jimmy Smith
Weapon: M1 Shotgun, Lee Enfield
Nationality: American

Squad Member 3: Harry Dacker
Weapon: Bazooka, M1 Carbine (He generally uses the carbine, bazooka is only used against enemy armour.)
Nationality: Scottish.

Squad Member 4: Dylan Williams
Weapon: Bren Light Machine Gun
Nationality: Welsh

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"Right then chaps!" James said walking out of his small room that was called an office "I've just got the phone call. There's a gap in the zombie horde and we are going through. Get all you gear, the Jeeps arrive in two minutes to take us to the border." The men groaned, and stopped playing their game of football to get their gear together. Jimmy loaded his shotgun, nicknamed "Martha", who was the teams female mascot almost if you like. For them this seemed like a bit of a joke, go in, kill some zombies, kill some Germans (what was the difference?), open a hole, get the British through, go to sleep. They were attacking were the zombie line was thinnest. The Jeeps arrived and everyone set off with all their gear ready for the mission that was ahead.
 

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"ditch the jeep, move forward on foot." Mitchell ordered.
"sarge, if we do that we'll have to leave behind the equipment." Mcdowler protested in his thick Scottish accent.
"i don't think the zeds will be interested in a radio, some C-Rations and ordnance. we'll collect it later." Mitchell resoponded through gritted teeth as he jumped out.
Mcdowler shut up and the squad advanced forwards, the gunfire grew louder.
eventually them came in sight of a small German-held village, there were troops running about, as a zombie emerged from one of the buildings and lumbered towards the bark of a Jerry NCO, who screamed as the zed bit into his shoulder.
"stay hidden, we target the officers, leave the PBI's to the zeds." Mitchell ordered.
 

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"So did you manage to save the damsel in distress Manny?" Sven called up the stairs in his strong Finnish accent, his voice almost a growl "Nein I was too late...she'd already been bitten" the two soldiers at the bottom of the stairs sat in silence as the implications of what they're senior officer told them sank in....the fuehrer had a lot to answer for where the Untoten were concerned.
Leaving the house Manfred met up with four of the five infantrymen dispatched to clear the houses "Damn thing tore his damn arm off" a corporal said in reply to Manfred’s glance. Down the hill the sounds of gunfire had reached a deafening volume, a truck screeched down the road that they'd come arrived on only half an hour ago, the infantrymen inside firing wildly at the approaching horde as it poured out of the camp "It would seem the Oberst's attempts to clear the camp have failed....what are your order Herr Hauptmann?" Manfred quietly considered Ingrid’s statement; it was their duty to clear up this mess even if it wasn't of their own making.
"We go back down the hill, gather what men we can find and hold them back until a plane is available...Understood?"
"Ja Herr Hauptmann"
The small group of quickly turned and made their way down the hill towards where the overun outpost stood, with any luck there would a working radio and enough men to hold the Untoten back until an air strike could be called in.
Turning to follow the rest of his men Manfred stopped as Ingrid's hand fell upon his shoulder followed by a whispered message "There are allied soldiers down there" Manfred turned to look into her eyes, a foolish man, a man who hadn't read her file would have asked how she knew Manfred instead simply nodded his head in understanding "Good we may have need of them before the night is through"
"Should i tell the others"
"No"
 

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The Jeeps pulled up at the edge of No mans land and everyone jumped out. "Right then..." the officer who had delivered them said "Good luck.... And may god be with you."
"Thanks mate" said James "Now then, go down to you local and drink yourself into a stupor. I find that helps after you've sent someone to their death." The officer began to choke up and instead just reversed off and tore down the street towards the nearest village. "Obviously his first time." James said smiling "He believes we are going to die. Shall we show him different?"
"Hell yeah!" said Jimmy.
Shouldering their packs they consulted the commander in charge of this stretch of land. "No zeds for a while mate. A couple approached the walls but we killed them with snipers."
Then they took the one jeep that was left for them and set off at a drive across this stretch of no-mans land. They took the jeep because it was such a long distance. About halfway across they dropped the jeep to be collected later by allied forces later (they would drive across with two men and then drive back). They set off at a run. Everyone in the squadron had undergone SAS training apart from Jimmy who had done the American equivalent whatever that was. James was too concerned about his own war and how to win it to worry about the American system. All he cared was that Jimmy could keep up with the rest of them.
 

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"sarge," Cooper whispered.
"what is it?"
"there's a trio of jerries down there outside that house, one of them's an officer, and another one is a woman." Cooper replied.
"so what? an officer and his secretary." growled Mcdowler.
"that would be the case, but the woman's looking right at us." Cooper responded, a slight tone of fear in his voice.
"bugger, that's not possible." Mitchell said nervously.
"the woman is saying something to the officer." Cooper said, peering through his scope, "and they've linked up with some infantry."
"nail them, kill the woman first, we can't take any chances." Mitchell ordered.
Cooper squeezed the trigger.
"did yer slot her?" Mcdowler asked.
"no, one of the infantry got in the way. " Cooper said, pulling back the bolt on his rifle.
 

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Staff Sergeant Ridgeway just looked at Ger and he knew that he was suppose to report at once. They all were a team, they knew each other and understood each other. They understood that it was a nearly-suicide mission and things like military ranks and secrecy was not important.
The report was short. There was no visible movement in the village, but there was evidence of past killing activity, either zombie or Kraut related.
Ridgeway stood up. His 170cm were not impressive, but at least a katana strapped across his back boosted his confidence. He knew, he was a laughing stock when he started carrying “Suki” like that, but this stopped after the next hand-to-hand combat with Japs. He killed 4 of them charging column’s night camp before anyone else was able to react.
- Alright, we’re going in. The usual.
They all knew what to do. Ger was on point guard. Morgan was going for the best spot to cover the team, he already chose the tree. Anderson and Kenna prepared Vickers and 2-inch-mortar in case there was a need for one. They’d stay behind, they were the team’s tactic reserves. Everyone else’d walk in.

The team had entered a village. Not much to speak of. Around 20 huts and a little chapel. Looks like these guys were more fishermen than farmers. Neraby riverbank was full o boats and drying nets. Everything seemed abandoned though.
Suddenly Ger spotted something. His slender figure made sharp look back and a quick gesture from his hazelnut eyes to a ground beside him showed others where to look. However he didn’t stop, he was still point.
When Staff Sergeant approached the spot he noticed few things at once. Buzzing sound of flies crawling everywhere, rusty spot on the ground and sweetly-sickening smell of spilled blood.
 

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The Village:

as Ridgeway examined the blood-spattered ground, a nearby door creaked open as a figure ambled outside, the figure was an SS infantryman, both of it's eyes had been gouged out, leaving the surrounding skin torn to shreds, despite not being able to see, the zombie moved towards the squad, navigating via smell. suddenly it tripped over a brick lying on the road, as the zombie hit the ground, it's skull shattered and bits of brain were scattered around.
one by one more ambling shapes began to appear all converging on the squad...

My Squad:

"Cooper, stay here and keep firing, Mcdowler stay with him, I'll head down and try to eliminate them." Mitchell ordered, he stood up from their hiding places and carrying his Sten, dashed across the roadway, he dived into the cover of a house and began shooting out of a window, pinning down a squad of jerries near a truck.
 

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The privates head snapped back violently long before the crack of a rifle could be heard by the rest of the squad, a second round follow richocheting off of a nearby curbstone.
"Sniper! Take cover!" Manfred didn't see who had shouted the order...probably the corporal he'd seen earlier "Where are they Ingrid?" Manfred shouted from behind a low wall, his eyes inneffectually scanning the darkness however before Ingrid could answer an automatic weapon opened up from a nearby doorway hitting another of their team low in the chest. This wasn't good the allies were confusing things and with the Untoten only a short way down the street it could result in all of their deaths and subsequent Un-deaths.
"Sven I want you take the tommy gunner out whilst the rest of us make our way down the street is that understood?" the Fin's single eye seemed to glow in the darkness as his brutally scarred face turned up into a rictus grin of a smile "Do I have....Full authorisation?" Manfred considered it for all of a few moments before nodding his head "Yes full authorisation granted....Happy Hunting"
Throwing his weapon to a nearby soldier the large Fin dashed across the street with alarming spee, easily dodging the spray of bullets sent his way before disappearing into a nearby garden.
Manfred smiled as he watched his comrade in arms disappear, whoever had fired upon them would soon regret it, the Untoten weren't the only things to be created deep within the bowels of the paranormal divisions headquarters "I want three rounds of covering fire then we're to move down the hill! Understood?"
"Ja Herr Huptmann!"
 

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Mitchell fired at the massive jerry dashing across the roadway, why did he keep missing?
the kraut disappeared, and Mitchell knew that he was the target.
rapidly he jammed a new mag into his Sten and recocked it.
silently he backed into a corner and dropped onto one knee, waiting for the jerry to make his move, Mitchell unholstered his revolver and placed it on the coffee table to his right, ready to use in an emergency, judging from the kraut's massive form, he wouldn't have time to reload his Sten when he needed to.
Mitchell tried to control his breathing, waiting for one of the doors to be flung open.
 

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Sven's file had made for very interesting reading; a veteran of the Winter War Sven had originally volunteered to join the motorised infantry group SS Wiking where he served for several years with distinction. It was these acts of bravery that attracted the attention of the paranormal division who at the time were looking for volunteer's for their latest project...Projekt Jagerhund.
The original purpose had been to create the ultimate scout, fast, agile and ultimatley ruthless however the serum had proved somewhat unstable. With a 50% fatality rate the project was shelved and test subjects either locked away in secure facilities or attached to paranormal units as was the case with Sven.

It had hurt.....the transformation always hurt, but it was a good pain. the world around him faded into various shades of grey as his eyes adjusted to their new form, scents and aroma's drifted around him including that of the man who had fired upon them.
His first instinct was to crash through the front door, all teeth and bristled fur and had he been just a mindless beast thats exactly what he would have done. But Sven wasn't a mindless beast...a beast true, but one that could think.
Using the drainpipe Sven scaled the wall of the house to crash through an upstairs window, the allied soldier would have no doubt heard the noise but Sven was relying an speed and fear as he tore towards the stairs.

With the Gunman suitably distracted manfred led his small team into the chaos surrounding the outpost, a bloody close quarters battle was taking place in front of the sand bag wall as the germans soldiers or at least those brave enough to have held their ground fired point blank into the advancing horde "Herr Oberst where is your radio?" Manfred shouted, pausing momentarily to cut down an approaching Untoten, its head exploding in pinkish grey mess.
"Its in the command hut...but you'll never be able to break through its completely surrounded" Manfred cursed loudly with the radio beyond the grasp they would either have to find another way to contact the Luftwaffe or hope to hold out until daybreak when hopefully they would be relieved, Germans or Allies.
 

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All was quiet as they trudged on, heading towards a village they'd seen earlier and heard gunfire from. Suddenly the Sam pulled out a pair of binocular and after scanning the village for a few minutes said "I've just discovered why there aren't any zombies on our stretch. They're attacking the village we are heading for. Lets avoid the village and head towards a town about half a days trek behind it that I can just make out. If we can take out the German communications relay tower there then maybe the guys back on the front line can launch an attack without the Krauts getting backup and maybe take this sector."
"That sounds a good plan Sam." James replied back "Lets try that." And so with a slight change of course they trudged on. Completely unaware of the difference in battle that they could have made if they had headed into the village.
 
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(OOC: Zemmy, you're wrong, radios were only supplied on a one per platoon basis.)

Mitchell heard the crashing from upstairs and instinctively raised his Sten to point at the celing. his heart pounded in his chest, vying for either death or safety. maybe both.
he moved his Sten back to point at the door, quickly Mitchell stood up and ran over to the door, his mind working overtime, Sten at the ready, he opened the door, let off a burst before slinging a grenade through the door, quickly he legged it back to his corner as the grenade detonated, sending a shockwave through the door, if that didn't kill the jerry, then at least it would summon the undead to the house, ensuring an oppotunity to escape.
 

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(what about if it were a speciality strike squad? Come on, I've got to have some way of communicating with the commander.)
 

DeletedUser28032

(OOC: No Radio's were pretty damn big back then, we're talking backpack size so you'd have one man carrying the radio and if you were lucky it would be working order when you wanted to use it)
 
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