🧾 AETHERISCHE KRIEGER
- Sean Beckett
- Apr 23
- 5 min read
🧾 CODEX ENTRY – UNIT PROFILE
❖ AETHERISCHE KRIEGER
Designation: Post-Mortal Elite Infantry Unit
Origin: Moonbase Lunastadt | Project Aether
Operational Status: Active
Clearance Level Required: BLACK VAULT – SIGMA 12
🧬 OVERVIEW
The Aetherische Krieger are the dead reborn, forged not by miracle but by calculation, ritual, and biotechnological atrocity. Crafted through the confluence of two converging black projects—Project Spiritus and Project Schwartzenkrieger—these reanimated units are the first successful combat deployment of Project Aether, the culmination of Lunastadt's most forbidden research into necro-regeneration and metaphysical warfare.
Devoid of will. Devoid of fear. Devoid of mercy.They are not men. They are executors of Lunastadt’s dominion, puppeted by the Dark Mind, the all-seeing intelligence that whispers their every movement through the unseen lattice of WULFNET.
🛡️ PHYSICAL PROFILE
Height: 1.9 – 2.2 meters
Weight (with armor): ~240 kg
Musculature: Genetically enhanced and reconstructed via necro-cellular scaffolding
Respiration: Functional but non-metabolic; breathes without biochemical dependency
Structural Notes:
Armor: Constructed from Vollmondium, a regolith-based lunar alloy with nanoceramic fusion properties
Armor Traits:
Bullet-resistant (including high-velocity rounds)
Thermally adaptive
Zero-atmo compliant
Radiation-hardened
Helmet: Full-face respirator providing total isolation from environmental hazards
CBRN IMMUNITY: Chemical Biological Radiological NuclearAll threats neutralized via full-body pressure sealing and internal life-support matrix
🧠 CONTROL SYSTEM
Cognitive Function:
Will: Absent
Emotion: None
Autonomy: Denied
Behavioral Override: Always Active
Neural Interface:
Each Aetherische is synced in real time to The Dark Mind, Lunastadt's central tactical intelligence.
Movement, tactics, targeting, and aggression thresholds are adjusted on-the-fly by Dark Mind subroutines.
Communications:
Via left wrist AV-31 Vril Interface
Emission: Green glowing digital screen (changes to yellow/red based on state)
Capable of speech in English and German, used for:
Tactical deception
Civilian intimidation
Mockery
⚔️ COMBAT PERFORMANCE
Attribute | Rating |
Durability | ★★★★★ |
Speed | ★★★★☆ |
Combat Awareness | ★★★★★ |
Morale Resistance | ∞ (immune) |
Regeneration | ★★★★★ |
Environmental Adaptation | ★★★★★ |
Stealth | ★★☆☆☆ |
Core Strengths:
Necro-Regeneration: Able to recover from massive trauma, including limb loss and organ rupture
Shock Infiltration: Prioritizes breach and sweep operations
Relentless Assault Doctrine: Will not retreat or surrender; fights until termination or mission completion
Environmental Mastery: Operational in arctic, desert, irradiated, submerged, and space environments
⚠️ FIELD OBSERVATIONS
Units advance without radio chatter or hand signs
When not receiving commands, they default to previous engagement patterns
Will not hesitate to self-detonate if isolated and surrounded
Often seen retrieving the dead, presumed for recycling or study
Nickname(s) by Resistance:
“The Green Death”
“Breathers”
“Whispersuits”
“The Ones That Get Back Up”
🔐 KNOWN VULNERABILITIES
❗[ACCESS DENIED – CLASSIFIED SIGMA 13]Information redacted under Directive 09-Bloodglass. Unauthorized access will trigger countermeasures.
🧾 LORE EXCERPT — SURVIVOR’S ACCOUNT
“They moved through the smoke like statues on strings. One of them stared at me while dragging a corpse back to their lines. Its eyes glowed like a coal dying in reverse. It said something in German—quiet, calm. Like it knew I’d run. I did.”— Lt. J. Herrera, 82nd Resistance Battalion, Detroit Front
🔬 TECHNOLOGY ORIGIN
PROJECT AETHER SUBSYSTEMS:
SPIRITUS-WAVE ENGINE: Generates necro-bioelectric fields used to reinitialize cortical patterns
SCHWARTZENKRIEGER VATS: Advanced bioreactors used for decellularization and recellularization of corpses
WULFNET UPLINK: Low-latency psychic/data lattice interfacing all Aetherische with the Dark Mind’s command pulses
🚫 COMBAT RECOMMENDATIONS (UNAUTHORIZED)
Do not engage Aetherische without heavy support
Avoid known patrol routes unless properly cloaked
If downed, do not approach without burn and vaporization capacity
Attempting to jam uplink will result in immediate aggression burst behavior
STATUS: ACTIVE ACROSS THEATER
Estimated Active Units: [REDACTED]
New units deployed daily via orbital drop vessels or subterranean incursion tunnels.
They are Lunastadt’s perfect soldiers—neither alive nor truly machine. A prophecy clad in armor. A curse with orders. Aetherische Krieger do not speak of victory. They are the victory.
They came in silence, not from the stars, but from the shadows between the stars—the places no light reaches. The Aetherische did not arrive like men; they descended like a disease of inevitability, borne on winds of dread, crashing into Earth’s soil in vessels that did not land, but collided, rupturing like iron seeds on fire, spilling forth the dead who had never truly died.
At first, civilians believed them to be men. Their silhouettes resembled soldiers—upright, armored, disciplined in motion. But the illusion broke the moment one was shot and did not fall. When bullets rang out, the Aetherische Krieger staggered only slightly, then surged forward with cold precision, repairing as they moved, skin crawling closed like time reversed. What could not be repaired was simply removed—entire limbs discarded and replaced mid-charge by biomechanical appendages from the field, retrieved with surgical calm from fallen comrades.
No blood. No screams. No retreat.
Their armor was the color of ash in moonlight—dark green so deep it swallowed the sun. Their masks hissed with respirated breath, though none required oxygen to survive. Beneath the armor, reanimated flesh pulsed with necro-electric charge, fed by internal reactors compact enough to power an armored suit for weeks. Their eyes—if you could call them that—were black glass, backlit with a smoldering green that pulsed in sync with the command frequencies of the Dark Mind. Each one bore a communicator fused into their left wrist: a glowing interface pulsing with orders that shifted color based on directives—green for active, yellow for overwatch, red for termination protocols.
They did not speak unless ordered to. When they did, their voices were distorted echoes, not synthesized but resurrected from the lungs of their former selves—each syllable warped by the metaphysical trauma of their second birth. They spoke in the languages of war: in clipped, flawless German; in guttural, harsh English. Sometimes both. Sometimes neither. Sometimes they spoke only to mock.
Aetheric Warriors moved in perfect formation, not through signals or orders, but through collective intuition—a hive impulse regulated by the omnipresent Dark Mind, which watched every battlefield from orbit and beneath it. Their tactics were not human. They did not flank. They did not suppress. They advanced. Buildings were not cleared—they were purged. Civilians were not captured—they were irrelevant.
What made them horrifying was not just that they killed, but that they replaced. Wherever they went, life was overwritten. Structures became nests. Streets became trenches. And the dead, if they were intact, were collected—not for burial, but for harvest.
Captured footage showed one Aetherische who had taken twelve bullets, lost both arms, and continued forward by dislocating his own shoulder to hook a weapon strap between his ribs. He advanced thirty more meters before throwing himself into a machine gun nest and detonating the fusion core of his armor. There was no tactical advantage—only certainty. That the nest would fall. That his purpose would be fulfilled. That the Mind had spoken, and thus it would be done.
Veterans called them “Wraiths in Iron.” Some whispered they could not be killed, only stalled. Others believed the Aetherische were not individuals at all, but manifestations of the same entity—multiple bodies, one will, puppeted across the globe by something that no longer cared whether humanity resisted or surrendered. The Dark Mind had no need for strategy. Only execution.
To face them was not to face an enemy, but to face an extinction protocol with limbs. They were death with orders. And the orders never stopped...
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