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826-07-28: SNS Detroit - Separatist Bison en route for Planet Weimar, Thuringia

Victoria was going through the latest reports; another squadron lost. Many of her officers had difficulties adapting to the completely changed battlefield conditions since the very start. And in the end she'd been honest with herself and recognized that she was having similar issues. She hadn't been trained to lead a rebellion, an underworld mercenary group, a smuggling operation or whatever else people called them. Traitors, Separatists, Scum. She clenched her teeth.

Samantha Raynor	MIA - Dead or captured
James Zackary	MIA - Dead or captured
Michael Phillips	MIA - Dead or captured
Ronald Feakes	MIA - Dead or captured
Tom Boyd	Wounded - Dismissed from service

The solution had been a simple one. One they should have utilised much earlier. The BDM and its associated departments had plenty of experience fighting the Liberty armed forces. And while they did not have the same, weaker position as the Victoria's forces, they did have valuable intel. Intel she needed directly. It pained her to depart from her command center. To be detached from the daily business. It felt like abandoning her men and women who fought for the cause. Her command took quite some time to convince her.

There were some officers in the ship along with her. The enhanced escort detail would stay as well, in parts flown by squadron leaders. If someone had told her five years ago that she'd book schooling lessons from the MND's BDM to fight the Liberty Navy she'd have them sent to the medics.

"We're inbound to moor. BDM escorts are flanking us. ETA 30 Minutes." came through the intercom. She got up and rolled her neck. Every day she felt tense. Last week someone had asked her about her last day off. She'd reacted confused and only later on realized that she could not recall the last day she wasn't at work. Giving her people the option to breathe and get away from the fight had been one of her priorities when Marshall Station was operational.

Maybe it'd help to consider this as a break. There was nothing that could happen to her once they landed. Contact to HQ was limited and she would not be in charge of anything for the time being. While her mind was going through her mental list of things to do, she left her room and toward the eventual exit of the ship. Saluting her personnel on the way, never showing her worry and fears to them. She had to be strong for all of them. But Liberty's pressure was threatening to break her apart every day.

This was the third set of escorts that surrounded the Fleet Admiral Knight's DL-Hai "Grizzly" Liberty Shuttle for the last trek of the travel, Thuringia's Hohenfeld. Her experienced eyes wondered on the view outside and she saw the RM ships breaking off formation with the BDM ships automatically taking their place, but at a much closer distance to her shuttle. Knight was intrigued for just a moment before realizing that Hohenfeld was an extremely dense field with visibility and sensor range being extremely limited. While uncommon for experienced pilots, it was a real possibility for someone to lose their partner inside the field.

Thirty minutes later the intercop relayed a new message. "Planet Weimar. Fasten seatbelts, entering atmosphere." and the descent towards the planet started. For most of her crew this was the first time they set foot on a planet after two years of living in cramped space stations, fighting for survival. When Weimar's expansive mountain ranges and dense forests appeared on their windows there was a palpable excitement in their looks. Perhaps this time off the battle lines could also have rejuvenating effects on Harmony's officers. However the excitement was not to last when the shuttle approached and entered a large but barely visible hole on the ground, a mile-deep tunnel within Weimar's crust. This was where the facility was located and the training of Harmony's officers would take place.

Fifteen minutes later the group was on foot and exiting the launching pad, following a young Agent named Müller. He was formal but courteous with Knight's officers, his eyes more than once wondered on the officers' LN-styled uniforms. Before reaching the elevators, a blonde woman on a BDM uniform was standing, conversing with an older man. Müller stood in attention as soon as he saw them.

"Danke, we will continue later." the woman said and turned her attention to the newly-arrived group. Her hands spread and clenched on the rail in front of her.

She zoomed and momentarily inspected each arrival, before her eyes fell on Knight. "Welcome to the Kostenfels Outpost." she said in perfect Libertonian but with a strong Rheinland accent. "I am Hauptinspektor Landers and I will be the superintendent of this program." A tiny smile appeared on Viktoria's face.

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Victoria Knight

Viktoria Landers