WWII (see OOC)

Khadgar

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The year, 1942. Nazi Germany seems to be an unstoppable force, completely taking western europe and much of the east. the African corps sweep north africa, taking the countries there.

they seem to be unstoppable.

this is the story of allies from all places of the world, doing all sorts of different jobs, comming together in the common goal. vanquish Nazi Germany and their terrors.
 
Robert Grey

I am a Captain with the newly formed 101st Airborne Division.I have earned my wings, and been trained with the following weapons: M1 Garand, M1 Carbine, M1 Thompson SMG, and the BAR. I have been sent to England in March of 1942 to see how the British conduct raids against occupied Europe. I get attached to the No. 6 Commando. I take part in the raid on Dieppe and am captured after I'm knocked unconcious by an explosion. The raid was unsuccessful and many Canadian and British troops were lost as a result. I end up being sent to LuftStalag 4 after being interrogated by the local Gestapo.
 
susan__32 said:
strange topic.. i dont see the erotic angle...


OOC: Well, actually, it'll go like this: A group of complete strangers get captured, sent to a German POW camp, collectively come out of the closet and start fucking like rabbits... Or at least, that's what I was led to believe...

IC: Sargeant Alexei Ivanov had definately seen better days. It had begun with him leading his men in a charge on a German machine gun nest in Eastern Polland. As far as he could tell, it had also ended there... A round caught him in the chest, throwing him to the ground. Miraculously, it passed through him without hitting his heart or lungs. At least, that's the only explanation he had for the current situation...

Waking up on a cold concrete floor, Alexei winced as a wave of pain flashed through his chest. The wound was crudely bandaged with field dressing, small splotches of blood seeping through its layers. He was in a windowless room, with a single wooden door being the only obvious way out. Subdued German voices could be heard on the other side. Oh, shit. Slowly getting up on his feet, Alexei stumbled toward the door. The movement resulted in another sudden wave of pain. Shit... His vision blurred from the agony, he collapsed back to the ground, darkness coming over him once more.
 
Jacques Reineau

Jacques pulled the cords from his parachute in and dropped his pack. Standing up in the dead of night he looked around him, and saw all the others from the Vingt-Deux. they ran silently up to the clearing about a mile ahead of them. the forrest flew past them, the sentries were ahead. Jacques dropped to the forrest floor and squirmed to the sentry in front of him. when the sentry looked t o the sidee Jacques rolled towards him.

Springing to his feet the knife flew from his hand and slit the Sentries throat. Jacques looked around. the other sentries hadn't been alerted yet. Crawling through tents he came to the first of the Nazi's. he pulled the knife again and crawled to the sleeping man.

Suddenly there was a burst of rifle fire. this ment one of two things. one of the commando team opened fire, or they had been discovered. Jacques passed the knige through the man before him's neck and took off at a slow and ducked run. suddenly there was screaming in german as the camp woke up. several bullets whizzed past him, but more important was the rifle butt he took to the forehead.

everything went black.
 
Usef Von-erich

OOC: please see WWII OOC thread for vital info on this german unit.

5.SS-Wiking Division

As Captain Von-erich sat at his desk looking over current orrders and maps he couldn't help but wonder. He had joined the German army in hopes of killing Soviets, but found himself engaged in minor German affairs. Slowly the Captain raised from his desk and began to pace the room, he despised his current orders.

He paced the room till he came to stand in front of the window, looking out into the night time sky. Usef open the window to take in the night time air, as well as light up a cigarette. Before he could get to drags from the cigarette, a private busted into the room.

The private realizing what he had done quickly stood at attention and saluted the captain. Slowly Captain Von-erich turned to the soldier and gave him a stern look. He saluted the private and sat back down. "What is it that makes a soldier forget his duties. . . dont they teach you to knock before entering" said the captain, his words were cold and to the point.

For a brief moment the private was quiet, then remembering the importance for his actions spoke up. " Sir forgive my rudeness, but we have encountered allied soldiers!" Usef could tell by the excitment in the soldiers voice that is was no false alarm. Slowly he snubed his cigarette out then rose up and grabed his hat and coat. " Come, lets have a look and see what kind of fools we have caught tonight" said the captain, as he followed the private out of the room. Maybe this detail wouldn't be such a waste after all thought Usef, as he left the room and headed for the outside door.
 
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Ok, sorry for the long detail on the unit, but I just want to make sure all details are covered. Not sure where to enter my char in at, so maybe you guys could give me some ideas.

Finns were tough ass fighters and the details I gave on the unit shows that they were battle harden fighters, so dont expect my char to lay down and have you pansy Allies beat him. :D
 
good to have you ehre but DAMNIT! it says see the OOC right on the title! don't post non story related material here!
 
sorry, I'll delete it and repost it on other thread, was just trying to build back ground to the german unit that would be taking you guys on.
 
Jacques Reineau

Jacques woke to a pail of water thrown at his face and a strong slap. in from of him was a man in a long coat, some sinister smile of satisfaction on his face. Jacques was in big trouble. no only was he going to be captured, it had to be by some SS bastard....


*bump* come on guys, this was going.
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

The night was the blackest of black, the whistling of wind was deafening. The faint rumble of flak sent vibrations running through him and his glider.

A whisper of a voice in his ear "Sir, we are approaching the drop point"

"Okay, tell the lads to get ready"

The cockpit took on a red tint, as if hell had dropped upon it.

"20 seconds people"

Behind him, in the hold, were the company of troops he was to drop, the whistling of wind intensified as the doors where opened, papers rustled and the navigator cursed as some flew out the door.

The faint rumblings grew to loud crashes and explosions, the glider lurched, Captain Gurnsey struggled with the stick.

"GO! GO! GO!" Cried the commander of the company. Slight lurches shook the glider as one by one the men bailed.

Suddenly the night lit up, an explosion ripped through the glider, screams of pain and terror came from behind.

"Shit, we're hit!" Screamed a soldier.

A loud tearing ripped through the glider causing the thing to drop suddenly.

Suddenly nothing was there, nothing but the roaring of the wind, the feeling of vertigo as the Captain fell.

With a sudden jolt he lurched backwards as his parachute opened above him. Turning his head steadily about he saw the land below him, rising quickly...

And then the lights appeared...

"Oh bloody hell" Was the last words he spoke that night as he landed amongst the German camp.
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

Pain brings him back to conciousness as the steel capped boot of the German guard is removed from his gut. Hacking and coughing in the fetal position Gurnsey hears the German mutter something before the light is exstinguished with the slamming of the cell door.

Bringing up his meal from before the mission, he staggers to his hands and knees, listening intently as the ringing in his ears subsides. Glancing about the cell reveals nothing as his eyes are still unaccustomed to the dark, but the subtle sound of movement is caught by his ears.

"Jesus H. Bloody Christ, I feel like I fell out a plane..."

He collapses to his chest, limbs weak with fatigue and bruises.
 
Jacques Reineau

Jack stumbled into a room and heard the steel grind shut. interrogation was greuling. but he had held up so far. there seemed to be someone else in the small concrete room with him, but he didn't care, sleep overcame him.
 
Robert Grey

I had spent the past several days being interrogated by the Gestapo. How long it had actually been I didn't know for sure. Finally I am thrown in to a cell where I find an empty corner, I can sense others here with me, and fall into a deep sleep.
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

The cold floor finally becomes too much for him, and he eases his delicate body upright. Shivering with exhaustion, hunger, and possibly a fever too. The dark light of dawn seeps through the small cell window, bathing the cell in an eerie glow.

Gurnsey blinks his bleary eyes as he gets himself accustomed to the light. A wracking cough rips through his chest. Something moves in the shadows, and he can make out the outline of someone curled up. Turning about he see's another prisoner... not wanting to make any foes just yet he keeps quiet, and watches the world outside slowly become brighter and brighter, the whistling of birds outside his only comfort.
 
Jacques Reineau

Jacques woke slowly, and stretched out his weary stiff body. morning was here, this probably meant more torture to go through. that or be killed. he let his head hit the back of the cell and thought.
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

Thump!

The sound stirs him out of his light doze, the sun light stings his eyes as he looks about, seeing that one of the prisoners is awake.

He struggles to stand, legs wobbly.

"Good morning sir, Bloody nice day ain't it" Stretching and wincing at the pain it brings. He offers out a hand. "Since we are cell mates, let me introduce my self. I am Captain Richard E. Gurnsey, Royal Air Force."
 
Jacques Reineau

Jacques takes the mans hand and stands, shaking. "bonjour. i am Jacques Reineau, from the French Canadian Vingt-Deuz commando squadron. what happened to you?"
 
Usef Von-erich

Captain Von-erich had quite an eventful night. The allies had tried to drop soldiers behind German lines, in what seemed as an attempt to disrupt German lines and communications. The captain now made his way to the cell block that was holding a few of the allied prisoners. Not much was obtained from interrogations last night, of course Usef did not approve of the methods the SS and Gestapo used. He firmly believed that torture should be the last resort, not the first method taken. As he neared the door to the cell block he was greeted by one of the Gestapo goons. " Ahhh, I see your up quite early this morning captain," said the man. "Yes, quite right. . . . I desire to question some of the prisoners inside," said Usef, his eyes showing a tint of anger.

The Gestapo goon looked amused at the Captains comment, but his slight smile quickly turned to a frown as he spoke. " You will be informed of any information we obtain from them, might I suggest you retire back to your men and handle those affairs that protain's to you." The Captains face contorted in anger, but before he could respond the Gestapo agent continued, " You best do as I suggest, or you could find yourself in a lot of trouble." The Captain exploded in anger, and the two men began a heated debate about who was in charge.

The debate between the two men had become so loud, that the guards inside could make out what was being said. One of the German soldiers looked at his comrade and spoke, " I'll give you 10-1 that the Captain scares that Gestapo agent off." The other soldier laughed and said "Your on, our Captain may be tough at times, but nobody scares the Gestapo." The debate went on for a few more minuets, then silence filled the air. The door into the cell block opened, the two soldiers looked to see who would win the bet. Another soldier stepped in followed by their Captain.

Usef saw the slight smile on one of the soldiers and knew the two men must have wagered on who would win the argument outside. As the Captain made his way into the room, he leaned over to the smiling soldier, " I hope the wager was a good one" said the captain as he pated the man on the shoulder. Slowly we made his way down the cell block looking at the men inside the cells. The Captain stopped, slowly taking off his gloves and hat, then turning to one of his men said, " Get me an interpreter in here now, I wish to question these men." The soldier quickly saluted the Captain and left the room to fetch an interrupter. Usef knew how to speak English, though his writing skills lacked, but he wanted to give the prisoners a false image that he did not know the language, he hoped that maybe this false deception would produce some vital information.
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

"A frenchie hey?" Grabbing the mans hand and shaking it in a grip of comradship. "Jolly good to meet you."

"What happened to you?" Was the question asked.

"Bloody Jerry's took my glider out, is what happened. Flying in the pitch of the blackest of nights, and some lucky barstard hit me. Tore my glider in two, and I fell. And typical of English luck, I landed in paradise." Spreading his arms out to show the cell...

As he turned about, he noticed the German watching them.

"By jove... hello..."
 
Robert Grey

I slowly awake to the sounds of my cellmates talking to each other. I can tell one of them is British and the other seems to be French. Just as my eyes adjust to the light I can see a German captain enter the cell.

"Let me guess, you're the relief man" I say to the German officer in a sarcastic tone as I sit up.
 
Time itself became a blur for Sargeant Alexei Ivanov. What had it been - minutes? Hours? Days? He found himself drifting in and out of consciousness too often to get a sense of how long it had been since his capture. There were dim memories of a face close to him, shouting questions in heavily accented Russian. Then being shoved out of his cell, shivering in the morning cold with a group of other prisoners, and a bumpy ride packed into a train car meant primarily for livestock... And finally this place.

He awoke abruptly to the sound of voices. He was in another cell, yet this time he was not alone. At least three other prisoners were there, though none of them looked Russian. Sitting up gingerely, he probed his wound. Yes, it was finally starting to heal. That at least was a good sign. Of course, that didn't help at all with his current situation...
 
Captain Richard E. Gurnsey

Giving the German Officer a cursory look, he steps back and gently prods the Frenchman forward.

He whispers "'Ere, you show him some of your French charm, old chum."

Turning around he glances about the back of the cell with a shrill tune of a whistle.
 
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