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Rheinland Buro Der Marineintelligenz - Agent Dossier/Biographical Data


Name: Johannes Eden
DOB: 06 May, 775
Blood type: O+
Next of kin: Oberst(Colonel) Simon Eden, Father
Height: 2 meters, 0 centimeters
Weight: 97 kilograms

Current Service Branch: Buro Der Marineintelligenz, Special-Operations Command

Current Status: AWOL (Last seen in the Frankfurt system, scanned by Fulda Border Station)



Biographical Data:

Johannes Eden was born on Planet Hamburg, on the sixth of May, 775. He was born to Leutnant(at the time) Simon Eden and Julia Wulf at Hamburg Military Hospital 3.

He lived a relatively normal childhood as the only son of a well-liked officer in the Rheinland Military. He attended the education camps on several bases and planets, following in his father's footsteps, but starting at a much younger age. Shortly after his 12th birthday, Johannes Eden was accepted into one of the prestigious Military academies on Planet New Berlin. He attended the academy, and recieved great marks in almost every class, except for some ethics courses, which he failed at miserably. Needless to say, his excellent grades, and his profound knowledge of physical skills, such as marksmanship, martial arts, and stealth got him a spot in the 2-year, ground-based, Special Operations and Command school on the polar cap of Planet Hamburg.

The torrential cold and furious snowstorms on the northern pole were incredibly tough to endure, even to the veteran trainers. He had no problem adapting, and passed every task given to him, except for one.

On July 5th, 794A.S., the training squad(led by a talented recruit by the name of Niklaus von Brauchsweg) was on a long hike through a mountainous pass, where they had to avoid trainers, equiped with rifles with stunning loads. Niklaus had led the squad through the pass without incident, but when crossing a crevasse, he put Johannes on point, and ordered him to cross without proper recon. Johannes trusted the squad leader, but was hit by multiple stun rounds, as the instructors caught up. One round hit the zip-line that Johannes was attached to, and he fell. The squad leader decided that the squad needed to move out, before the rest were discovered by their trainers, and left Johannes for dead.

Approximatly 2 weeks later, Johannes stumbled back into the camp, uttering incoherent garble, and severely injured. The loss of blood, a possible spinal injury, and the extreme exposure had left his mind fractured, or at least temporarily. He was immediatly transported to the Naval doctors in, quite ironically, the same Military Hostpital he was born in. The surgeons, doctors, and specialists tried their hardest to save Johannes, and restore him to "normal." Their efforts culminated when on July 22nd, 794, at 7:44, Johannes Eden's heartrate flatlined, and was asystolic(no electrical activity in the heart). He was dead for almost 4 minutes, as doctors tried everything to bring his heart back into motion. Medicines, CPR, and electrical defribulation was attempted. Finally, after a last ditch attempt at shocking him at 2 times the recommended voltage, his heart restarted. Those 4 minutes that his heart was stopped would be the change in him.

He was on the road to recovery. Four months after the incredible resurgence to life, Johannes was back at work, troubleshooting operations and writing reports. He was Military to the core. He never graduated the ground-based Special Operations and Command School, and was a major setback in his career. He enrolled in more and more space-bound Special Operations courses, and eventually was promoted to the rank of Oberleutnant (1st Lieutenant) and was placed on field duty as an agent for the Buro Der Marineintelligenz.

He was given very little oversight at this new position, and often went out on leads alone. He scored many very spectacular vitories, but his actions became more and more questionable. Several times, "accidents" occured in his vessel's cargo hold, which led to decompression, and the death of any prisoners or victims he may have recovered. Several times, his flight recorder captured scenes of him destroying a "hostile" vessel, retrieving the pilot's escape pod, but when he landed, the pilot was mysteriously missing. He was put up for conduct reviews several times, over the next few years, and each time there was too little evidence to convince his superiors of anything but freak accidents. His results were "worth the risk" to the Buro Der Marineintelligenz. He fought ruthlessly and with almost a demonic grace, that earned him a reputation for being brutal and cunning.

During the Nomad War era, he participated in war crimes against civilians, and even spent time doing work behind the battle lines of the Kusari, sabotaging and assasinating key officers. There are rumors (which are true, incidentally) that he destroyed an entire convoy of refugees off of planet Honshu, killing or leaving almost 6,000 people in the vacuum of space.

As the war went on, Johannes became more and more ruthless, and went missing for long periods of time, while behind enemy lines. After one of his forays into Kusari, during a routine medical check, it was found that he was suffering from several mental disorders, including bipolar disorder and schitzophrenia, along with swelling in some parts of his brain. Medicine was issued, and his medical files were expunged, while he was ordered back on active duty and back behind enemy lines. At the end of the war, he was recalled to Planet New Berlin for investigation.

He was arrested by Military Police for suspicion of treason, Genocide, war-crimes, and dereliction of duties, at his place of residence on the 17th of September, 803 A.S.. The following trial and investigation brought many old skeletons out of the closet, and many of the downright evil things he had done were exposed. The news from this immense investigation and trial was, of course, kept secret by the Rheinland Government, fearing reprisals from the other Houses, or another popular-uprising from their own beleagured citizens. After 2 years of hearings, court-cases, and secretive investigations, Johannes Eden was sentenced to over 100 consecutive life-sentences abored the prison-ship Hedwig-Kettler, a medium tonnage vessel that was used primarily to house prisoners whom the government did not want near general populations.

After the next few years, most of the internal rumors and whispers about Johannes Eden had died out. People began to forget about him, and the new government had taken over in a swing towards the future of mankind. Everything began to get back to normal.

Until 23:00 on December 25th, 815 A.S.. The Prison-Ship Hedwig-Kettler was on the edge of the Dresden system, keeping away from the prying eyes of those who may want her malicious cargo. Not much of the event is known, other than the Hedwig-Kettler made contact with Battleship Altenburg's CommCenter, in order to make their hourly report. At 23:17, A short burst-signal from the Hedwig-Kettler reported the following:

"*static*... This is Prison-Ship*static*ettler! Requestings im*static*ate backup at the following coordinates! Alpha*static*! Over! We are und*static* attack from *static*unknown forces! Mayday! Mayday!*static*"

The Altenburg moved the entire battlegroup to investigate, but only found wreckage of the Prison-ship, and not much left for evidence, other than charred remains and several large sections of the ship. No survivors were found.

Johannes Eden, along with 73 other prisoners and 200 guards and crew aboard the Hedwig-Kettler were presumed lost or dead. Much of the memory core from the ship was intact, including his personal log, but no other information on the identities of the attackers was left.

On January 27th, 816 A.S., his status changed to "missing and at large" when Border Station Fulda did a routine scan of an unmarked trade-vessel, and picked up his neural implant's ID code. Fighters were scrambled to intercept the tradeship, but it had already jumped into Sigma-13 and evaded capture.

Of course, his entire Career Service Vitae was expunged, and all records of him serving in the Buro Der Marineintelligenz or the Rheinland Military was denied. No-one knows what became of Johannes Eden after the spotting of his nueral-implant ID, but some speculate he attempted to make contact with the Phantoms. Some say he died a terrible death at the hands of one of the Phantoms. Others say stubbornly insist that he never existed. Even more think that he just is lost in space, his body never to be found.

But he is still quite alive. And he is looking for them.



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Looks like i'll be keeping a journal here. Be nice so i can have some records of my travels and to keep my mind a little bit clearer for when the times get tough.

Well, well, well. Those fools in the Military think they can keep me locked up!

Hah, well its a damn good thing that those guys attacked this rotting Prison Ship when the re-supply transport was here! I am guessing one of the attackers disabled the power couplings, because a couple of the other prisoners and I managed to get onto the transport and get out of there.

Hell, i think of of these wackos even took some shots at the ship as we un-moored from the remains of the vessel. Who ever made this attack made quick work of the ships defenses!

Here is some footage from the attack, as captured by the Transport's blackbox:




And then, the final blow was laid, and the ship's computer sent out its destruction message to the Neural Net:


So then, it was a relatively easy journey to Frankfurt, as all the Police and Military ships were heading in the opposite direction, not paying a speck of attention to the re-supply ship filled with goods and 6 escaped convicts.


We made it all the way to the Sigma-13 Jumpgate in Frankfurt, where Fulda Border Station caught on, and gave us a scan. Caught red-handed, Fulda scrambled a fighter wing to catch us, but we got into the jumpgate in time.




One of the boys from prison, Tomke Herding, thought we should stand and fight, as it was just a few light fighters. Not too smart when the Jumpgate is only a few hundred meters away. I shot him in the stomach, watched him bleed for a while, then went on with my other business.


We made our way to Yanagi, to moor up for a while. Maybe thin out the flock of followers i seemed to have gained. I asked one of the prisoners to go check the airlock, and i quickly locked him in and pumped out the atmosphere. Nobody can hear your screams in space, or so he found out the hard way.

I ejected the corpse into the black, right outside of scanner range of Yanagi. Tomke was still alive, so I put a spacesuit on him, and threw him out too.

Damn waste of a spacesuit. Could come in handy later. Oh well.

I am still looking for those Phantoms. I've been asking around here on Yanagi, but the only one who seemed know anything was an Outcast by the name Manuelo Esteban. He said that i should go and look in the Omicrons, as Outcast legend spoke of a system where the dead roam and haunt souls of those who live. Where the screams of those whose tortured souls cannot rest.

Sounds just like what I have in mind...

So, I made it through to Sigma-19 without a hitch and set course to the Luxury Liner Hawaii.

Its a nice system, Sigma-19. Too bad what i had in store for those wonderfully high paying Orbital Spa and Cruise passengers would cast a dark pallor over it all.

When I got within range of the Hawaii, I sent out a fake handshake to their on-board computer, and it allowed me to moor.



I donned a few weapons, and some body armor that was in a crate of weapons i had found on our hijacked transport, and stole my way into the Hawaii. I managed to knock out a couple of the VIPs and cart them back to my ship on a cargo sled, but some security guards saw me and activated the alarm.

I had to shoot dead 3 of them, and then ran with my cargo sled to the airlock, barely getting through before the drop-doors slammed shut. I got back onboard, and punched the un-mooring sequence, and the Luxury Liner Hawaii opened fire on my ship, knocking out my shields, and scarring the armor in several places, even knocking out one of our running lights.



We made a break for the Sigma-17 jumphole, and during the jump, a bulkhead blew out and cut my arm something dreadful. Lost a bit of blood before i was able to get to the medical deck and put some bandages on it. I am going to need some medication really quick. I think I will head to Atka Research Station.

This damn gash is starting to bother me. Its so bothersome, that i took my pain out on one of the VIPs, who happened to be a Cryer Representative. Did a nice bit of torture on him, found out all sorts of stuff about those Cryer pigs, and that they have medical supplies at Atka. Good for me, bad for him. I wouldn't want some Cryer security team finding his heavily lacerated body sitting around my ship, so i chucked him into the back airlock, and flushed it out.

I pulled up to Atka's mooring point, and sent in the codes that i weaseled out of the Cryer representative, which got me access to the station right quick.



On board, i purchased some medical supplies, and specifically some neural-paralyzers. Nasty things those are, can lock one's body from their mind. Makes inflicting pain so much easier. No spasms or flinching.

Anyways, my ship was released from the mooring clamp on Atka, and i proceeded to move a bit off, before begining my work on my own gash and on getting some more information from my small trove of captives.

I went through the remaining prisoners from the Hedwig Kettler, and made them beg for death. They knew little of what i was searching for, or even where i could look for them. I got a glimmer of hope from one, saying they were near the Nomads, but even that is a bit of a stretch for me.

Considering i have no other options, i guess i will go towards the un-charted worlds of the Nomads.

I headed for the Omicron Theta jumphole.

So, this is Theta, eh? Not too much to look at.

I set my course to the local station, Freeport 9.



Got a nice load of stuff, and picked up some more un-knowing crew members, who seemed to be stranded on Freeport 9 and would take -any- outbound transport. Even if it meant being locked in my cargo hold, unable to speak. Or see, for that matter.

Here is a copy of our laden-list:


From what i can tell from between the prisoners and people here on the station, there are alot of people pointing to the Outcasts, and the strange readings coming from Iota. So, looks like I'm take my little un-happy group of "friends" to Delta, to see what it I can find there.

Nice relaxing stop, got some materials and got the remaining crew to scrub away the medical deck, where i had been doing the torture.

Damn people are getting on my nerves, always groveling and whining. I noticed one look a bit Kusari, so i gutted him like a fish. Don't like those damn Kusari.

Obtained some shield super-chargers and upgraded the powerplant on the Transport, to better repel attacks. I had to take the turrets offline, to compensate for the additional power needs. Next stop is Iota. The Zoners here say not to go there, and we may as well be deadmen for going there, but i've been lucky so far. Nothing to fear but fear itself!

That is, until we got near the jump hole. Nomads. Everywhere. Once we got within 30k from the supposed Jumphole location, the scanners went crazy with contacts, so I turned tail and ran. I may be a bit crazy, maybe a bit over-zealous, but even I know my limits.

I headed back the way we came, but instead of going to the Sigmas to start over, i went to Freeport-11. Caught a couple of folks in the bar, talked around a bit, everyone said to head to Outcast space. So I set course for the Outcast territories, and backtracked through Omicron Kappa, Omicron Gamma, and Omicron Theta. Took a little hook towards Omicron Eta, and then arrived in Alpha not a moment too soon.

***Journal Entry#006***
***Source: Omicron Alpha***
***Sender: Johannes Eden***


I was immediatly locked down by a small armada of Outcast ships. Apperntly, somebody very... influencial had contacted them and told them to intercept my little ship. Considering i was looking down the barrels of some very heavy hardware, i went with them to planet Malta, where I was instructed to moor my vessel.



Turns out one of the remaining prisoners was an Outcast of some type, but he was too far gone from the horrors i had exposed him to. He killed himself in the cargo bay i had been keeping him locked in. Maybe the crash from a lack of Cardimine killed him. Can't be too sure.

Anyways, i was told to contact Don Jesus Martinez, and talk to him about my search. I arrived at his plantation, and was shown into his office. The man seemed... terrified, was the word. He would barely speak above a whisper, and i am pretty sure that i could see his shaking from my side of the desk. He told me to head to one of the remote corners of Omicron Alpha, and search for a Jump Hole. He told me, that according to legends, if you find it, you can hear the screams of men and women through it, their tortured souls unable to get free from what lies on the other side of the Jumphole.

I took a shuttle out to my ship, only to find the airlocks barricaded from the inside, and all of my traveling "companions" screaming from the inside for me to stay away. Pity, I opened a link with the Transport's internal computer, and lowered the oxygen levels signifigantly, causing all the rabble-rousers to pass out.

As they came back to conciousness, if they ever did, they would be please to find themselves strapped onto the outside of my transport, locked into their spacesuits, with very little oxygen. Oh, and they may have been missing certain large quantities of body parts and blood, as i sprayed that over my ship just to give it a bit of flavor.

I set my course to the general location of the rumored Jumphole, and sat about waiting, until 6:06:06 pm, when the Jumphole all the sudden snapped into focus, and my ship's computer read it as clear to jump through. Nothing like a bit of dramatic timing. I readied myself, as my vessel accelerated at great speed into the Jumphole, and into the unknown system beyond.

First impressions: I love it. The darkness, the atmosphere. But then i noticed the 3 wings of Phantom ships bearing down on me, with a particular Ravenclaw at the lead. Remarkably, they did not open fire, but instead opened a comm-channel to me.

Pride locked the transport up in her gunsights, it was unusual for her to get such an Order from the Revenant himself but it seems this one had been watched. She had talked to the Hrath'mn on duty. The trasnsport had been logged entering Alpha and subsequently entering the Omicron 82 jumphole. Normally such tresspass was forbidden and the ships behind her would have had their fun. But all she had been instruced to do was open a hailing frequency.

"Unidentified vessel. You have strayed into hostile space. State your intentions, or you will face the fire of Phantom guns."

The warning klaxons blared in the bridge's wall mounted speakers, and warning lights lit up all over, as the computer pickup locking signals and powered up weapons. Not phased at all by the flashing warnings and klaxons, Johannes muted the alarms, but kept the flashing red lights on as a reminder of the danger he was in. He cleared his throat, stood up straight, and replied to the message from Pride.

"My name is Johannes Eden. I have been searching for you, and a rather large list of casualties are to prove it. I ask to be taken in by your forces. I do think that your army of darkness and I may have some common traits that could benefit us both. That, and i wish to pay my respects to the Revenant, if at all possible."

Johannes clears his throat.

"And, i wish to turn myself over to servitude of the Revenant, and help bring about the next Phantom empire. I want to know more, i want to be part of this coming. I will give my life, if need be. But trust me, i will take as many souls as i can with me, before i do part this existance. Just take a look at the hull of my ship."

Johannes hit the "hold mic" control, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had been practicing that speech for a while, and hoped it hit the spot. He would know soon enough. Or he woulden't know, as he would be turned into flee floating atoms and another soul screaming to be free of the Phantom's home system.