A man is looking to his ship, the Arbeiter, Unioner tech at its finest. He looks at the damages made on his patrol in the Hamburg system. "She" had been beaten, she had been shot at, but at the end "she" had returned home.
This man is Andreas Ansgar, former Republican Shipping pilot.While he feels his ship he smiles. His thoughts are far away when suddenly a ship mechanic aproaches.
Herr Ansgar... A ship as docked and the pilot is asking to speak with you.
Andreas looks at the other end of the hangar and he sees the pilot jumping down the ship`s cockpit to the floor.
Ok, Tell him i will meet him on the bar. Escort him there.
And Andreas looks both walking away from the hangar.
Ok, than, lets see what this pilot wants from me...
Kormann, who had suffered an injury after a fight with the military has been recovering at a junker base located in New Berlin. Resting in his room, Kormann gets a call from the receptionist of Kreuzberg Depot:..
Arnold, We have just received some very interesting news that might interest you. Eric, I told you not to call me by my first name. I am Kormann. My apologies sir. Accepted. Now then what is so important that you have to interrupt me during lunch. Well, It seems the Unioners are organizing once again. I thought you might want too know. I see, Perhaps the request I put in for support is finally being answered. Thank you Eric.
Kormann Gets up and starts to walk towards the Kreuzberg Hanger Bay. Upon reaching the hanger he opens the cockpit to his Solidaritat and gets in. Hmm, I see these Junkers have fixed up this ship real nice for me. It has been a month sense I have operated it so they have had ample time. Still, I better make sure all the systems check out. Kormann begins a Ship Diagnostic then begins to make his way to the bar. As he is walking he mutters to himself. This diagnostic is going to take at least an hour. that gives me time to look in to this new Unioner uprising. If this turns out to be true then it is what I have been waiting for. Republican shipping may have gotten away from my grasp before, but that is all about to change. They will finely pay for there carelessness on Alster. This time things will be different. This time my grasp will be tighter then ever.Kormann finally makes it to the bar and the bartender waves him over
Eric gave me some files and said you would know what do to with them. Let me see the files.
The Bartender hands Kormann the files. He begins to read them to find out who is behind this Unioner reorganization. A name sticks out. Andreas Ansger. Kormann looks back at the bartender.
You are a knowledgeable bartender in the parts of Rheinland so tell me, Do you know how I can contact this man? Well If there is a new Unioner Fleet forming then it would most likely be in the Duesseldorf system. Just send a direct messege there.
Kormann walks back too his room. Upon reviewing the file he notices an application form to join this new fleet. Once Kormann reaches his room he fills out the application then walks over to the communication console.
Kormann the Unioner
"Incoming Transmission"
•What is your Name ?: Arnold.Kormann •How old are you ? : 37 •What is your former occupation ?: Freelancer/Smuggler •Why do you wish to join the Unioners ?: Republican Shipping needs to be held accountable for their mistreatment of us and the rest of the under payed workers. I intend to do the holding. More like Grasping actually. Clutching even with my bare hands. •Do you need help to fix your papers ?: Negative •Private comm link - SKYPE ? : walligig777
Sitting in the captains chair on bridge aboard the Hel cruiser "Sentry" while in for re-armourment, Cpt Marric Anderson ponders the contents of a trans-mission file sent from an unknown source in the Dusseldorf System.
It was years since he had been back to where he followed his fathers last words to find his old ship "Sentry" hidden within the Fraser asteroid field after battles last fought before Marric came of age.
A place of memories of his teenage years of struggling, surviving, and saying good-bye. *" Cryptic old man, what piece of the puzzle is this"* he thought to himself with a wry smile.
Slowly Marric leaned forward and opened the trans-mission file, It was a Hail from a new era of Unioners wanting to re-assemble the scattered remnants of our brothers and sisters.
Attached was an application form :
What is your name: Marric Anderson How old are you: 32 What is your former occupation: Freelancer/ Mercenary, wanderer. Why do you wish to join The Unioners: To remind Republican corporates about the price they need to pay to our fore-fathers and to our children. Do you need help to fix your papers: No Private com link - S.K.Y.P.E.? shadowreign11.dsc
Upon filing it out he looked to his stalwart crew, " Once I send this away is everyone familiar with what this may imply or obligate us to, places it may send us, sacrifices we may need to make" The entire crew bowed there head in unison in acceptance "Im honoured to have you as my crew"
With that he sent the comm away and awaited for what tomorrow will bring for both his ship and her crew