Within the early months I've been convinced that I'd do well at the military. I had a great supervisor, Admiral Gunther Rall, who teached me everything. In fact, I've already met him before my duty - but that's another story to be told. However, I've quickly found my place at the Rheinwehr and I've received my first
promotion to Gefreite already in one week. The high command had high expectations of me, and I did everything to fulfill my wish to reach a respectable rank. I've had nothing else in my mind, but doing patrols, defending the borders against libertonians, fighting rebels, escorting corporate trading vessels, guarding mining operations, handing out fines to embargo breakers, having combat trainings in Braunschweig and last but not least following the call into Texas. I was the perfect exemplar of an ongoing soldier. And I was soon rewarded with my second unrequested
promotion to Feldwebel.
I was unutterable proud of myself. Motivated as I could lift Turtles. It appeard like there was nothing standing in my way to climb the career ladder still higher. I thought so. While I've tried my very best, getting everything out of me - I noticed that I'm going down. I blamed the retirement of the former Admiral, who was replaced by Admiral Joachim Landers, a man who didn't paid much attention to my restless potential. My last
promotion request to Fähnrich remained unprocessed. Although I've fulfilled all the requirements, I was never given the deserved rank. Thus I fell into a silent depression. While I've continued my work, my second face seized the opportunity. I can't exactly say what happened with me, but there was a major change. I slowly dropped into the rheinland underworld. I've had contact with the Rheinländische Volksfreiheitpartei, a political activist organization who fought against the Rheinland government. Once I almost got cought in the act with them. It wasn't easy to find an excuse for that mistake, but it didn't harmed my frozen career somehow or other. Though, rheinland rebels weren't the only ones who have had shown interest in me. Even the Golden Chrysanthemums, a group of kusarian women, who are concerned with the rights of the severely oppressed women of Kusari, and see themselves as freedom fighters in the cause for equal rights, tried to seek contact with me. In the end I've been working as one of their rheinland representatives for quite a while now.
A year later, when much had changed, like the leadership change of Admiral Gunther Weissman, which showed how long I've already been part of the Rheinwehr, without anyone taking notice of my double life. Everything went well, until one day - the high command got alert about my rebellious behaviour. It was Vize Admiral Sittlingen, with whom I became acquainted with when he was still Lieutnant, who hit the final nail. He was responsible for my
demotion to Gefreite, and revoked my Feldwebel rank, which I've been carrying 14 months. I knew that at that point, I wouldn't be able to gain a foothold at the Rheinwehr anymore. So I freely let my emotions come out, which I've been hiding deep inside me for over four years. It was a disaster. For them, my reliability was gone. And at the same day, I was
disbanded from the Rheinland Military. I've sworn to return, either to take revenge or to resume my duty. But that can't be decided in near future. First I had a fight to win - against myself.