03-17-2018, 11:46 AM
Incoming Transmission
To: The Koeln cell, the Nightcrawlers, Oberstarbeiter Dross, warlord of Koeln.
From: Syndicadmiral E.W.Abendroth, Officer Commanding, Battlegroup Pacifica.
Subject: Faith.
Nightcrawler actual. It's an honour.
You're to excuse yourself from the trial, as rapidly as you can, board the hyperspatial carrier Lorentz Von Rohe, awaiting you in high Gamma orbit, jump directly to Hamburg using the experimental drive.
We've recieved an anonymous tip that the so-called Koeln Curse, the same anomaly you named your ship after, the same anomaly that has been disrupting our operations for nigh on a year now, has been found.
You are to take immediate command of the Jump carrier and fill her with marines. Take whatever escort vessels you can.
You and I both have a curse to lift. Myself, that of my ancestry. You, the false theology of your pilots. You'll make no mention of this to the Direktorate unless you return to Pacifica with the prize. It may be nothing. The tip-off is from the MND, so it is near-invariably a trap. Yet neither of us can make the assumption that the data is false.
It has been a year of continuous crises, commander.... I... cannot overestimate the gratitude I will have if you lay the ghost to rest.
We've enclosed the Spyglass trace we received from the Lane Hackers, the report from the NTF, the beacon data from our listening posts. I pray this is enough. Not to any God, but to the competence of your men.
We will mute the siren, Oberstarbeiter.
You're to excuse yourself from the trial, as rapidly as you can, board the hyperspatial carrier Lorentz Von Rohe, awaiting you in high Gamma orbit, jump directly to Hamburg using the experimental drive.
We've recieved an anonymous tip that the so-called Koeln Curse, the same anomaly you named your ship after, the same anomaly that has been disrupting our operations for nigh on a year now, has been found.
You are to take immediate command of the Jump carrier and fill her with marines. Take whatever escort vessels you can.
You and I both have a curse to lift. Myself, that of my ancestry. You, the false theology of your pilots. You'll make no mention of this to the Direktorate unless you return to Pacifica with the prize. It may be nothing. The tip-off is from the MND, so it is near-invariably a trap. Yet neither of us can make the assumption that the data is false.
It has been a year of continuous crises, commander.... I... cannot overestimate the gratitude I will have if you lay the ghost to rest.
We've enclosed the Spyglass trace we received from the Lane Hackers, the report from the NTF, the beacon data from our listening posts. I pray this is enough. Not to any God, but to the competence of your men.
We will mute the siren, Oberstarbeiter.
Regards,
Syndicadmiral E.W.Abendroth,
Officer Commanding, Battlegroup Pacifica. Pacifica Base, Bering, RAGSKF control.
Transmission Ended