Albert Weis was busy extensively studying an alien artifact in Level 7-Forward of Bruchsal Station, in his private lab. Weis was a man of many talents, yet a master of none, so he converted his bunk room into a makeshift laboratory to accommodate for this. On his handheld holopad, he constantly received notifications of what DWR's progress was with liberating Rheinland. It had been a slow few months, with the disappearance of Helena Wunderbring after her spontaneous personal attack on the elusive Battlegroup Harmony.

Suddenly, Albert's holopad blared a purposely ear-splitting noise and flashed red, prompting Weis to fall out of his seat. He then immediately got back up, and examined the holopad. One of its many features was the ability to monitor all of Bruchsal Base's operating systems, to make sure his Bundschuh comrades had their primary base at optimal capacity. Thus, when the communication systems were destroyed by a piece of malware, the holopad was quick to raise the danger level to the point where getting Albert's attention was paramount.

After reading through all of the effects of this piece of malware, Weis quickly pinpointed the source, and set a waypoint for him to run to. He hastily switched off his laboratory and put away his research, and then grabbed two Kemwer Repeater Plasma Pistols from his locker and rushed into the hallway. His path would take him through Bruchsal's main bar, and then down an elevator to the hangar bay, where he would continue to a nearby terminal. Unfortunately, this route would also be the most chaotic, with everyone else undoubtedly panicking or preparing for attack.

As soon as he entered the bar, Weis saw what could only be described as a nightmare scenario. "Mein gott..." was his only response as he saw DWR pilots stun-blasting each other left and right, their bodies falling limp onto the cold, metal floor. Albert ducked under a few blasts, while stunning a few perpetrators himself as he rushed to the elevator on the other side of the bar. He narrowly made it in time, having to stun two individuals already inside the lift. Anticipation rose quickly within the scientist of five decades as the elevator sped towards the hangar bay, one floor at a time. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Weis arrived at the hangar bay.

As soon as he stepped out the elevator, he saw what appeared to be a fully geared pilot flee into a rather unstable Humpback freighter, the green paint already peeling off in several places. Refugees flooded out of the ship like a tidal wave, unaware that several DWR marines had just thrown grenades onto the hull of said ship. After two seconds, the grenades went off, killing dozens and damaging millions worth of equipment in a particularly violent green blast. Weis was thrown to a corner in the large hangar, luckily not hit by any shrapnel. After re-orienting himself, he stunned one of the marines and continued torward to his waypoint.

Albert ran for what seemed like an eternity to his aging body, but finally reached the terminal in question, where a clearly makeshift device had been jammed in. Using his two repeaters, Weis made short work of the device and the terminal, not willing to take the risk of being electrocuted by a hidden security measure on the device. The last thing Weis expected after this was to be quickly stunned by none other than Lucas Meyer himself. As Weis dropped to the floor, he said, "Really, Weis? I didn't expect you to just start blowing up random terminals on sight. Then again, everyone around here is acting crazy. I'd better figure out what's going on."

In a small hangar, where light appears only from weak lamps under the ceiling and always the strong smell of engine oil and other technical fluids, is a Rheinland military bomber. Although, about the affiliation to Rheinwehr reminds only it's model, as all military identification marks were removed and replaced with logos of the party. If we talk about the ship, then, apparently, it was in the stage of repair and re-equipment. Numerous parts of the hull were removed and different technical components could be seen inside of it.

It seemed that the hangar was empty, but suddenly a young woman appeared from the cockpit of the bomber, as young, so she could be call a girl. She took a deep breath, staring at her ship. "This ship obviously needs painting. Probably, I could try to find artists in the ranks of refugees from Nuremburg, mhm..." she whispered to herself. It seems that the pacifying, though tight atmosphere of the hangar satisfied her, while suddenly the room got painted in red colors of an emergency lamp and somewhere in the distance there was a sound of alarm. She did not even have time to react, when a loud footsteps and people's noise could be heard. Obviously, something happened at the station and all the staff got panic-stricken. Annika raised her arm with PDA on it and realized, that some kind of malware infected communication neural-net. Was this an attack from the govermental forces? Maybe another Unioners attempt to get rid of Bundschuh activity in this region? She didn't know. But she didn't want to sit here and wait. Annika grabbed her helmet, put on her head and took her plasma rifle in hands. She wasn't a soldier, but she didn't want to face the invaders with empty hands. Actually, poor girl already felt panic, but, taking a deep breath, calmed herself and moved to the corridor.

Black corridors are almost without lighting, people running in panic, apparently this attack woke up a whole hive of wasps. Evading other activists, trying not to hurt anyone with her weapon, she was heading to the hangars, as, obviously, she hoped, that there will be the source of problems. Annika decided to use old technical path and avoid bar for the sake of not be be drowned in the wave of panicking people. With every meter that separated her and the hangar, she felt more and more tension and excitement, holding the grip of her rifle tighter. Finally, she was in front of a large metal door. Having checked the visor of the helmet, she took another deep sigh and went inside.

The sight she saw horrified her. The hangar was packed with people, and in its center was a ptetty shattered freighter, the group of Rose marines and the crowd of refugees, running to this ship. And then she saw soldiers throwing grenades to this freighter. Victims among the peaceful people who tried to escape were inevitable. And then Annika lost control. She threw her rifle away and rushed ahead to stop people from heading to this ship. Boots clattered loudly on the metal floor with her, approaching Humpback, but, obviously, it was too late. The grenades exploded, turning the group of refugees into the meat in a particularly violent green blast. Annika was thrown to a corner of the hangar, feeling the horrible pain in her chest. Stunned by explosion, the last thing she saw, was a man, stunning one of marines and running away. She felt her blood flowing out of her.

Suddenly aktivist felt pretty sleepy, despite the fact of pain in her chest. Annika closed her eyes and passed out.

Albert Weis woke in a dizzy haze. He heard a million voices, and as he rose, he heard none. Weis recognized the room he was in as the medical facility on Bruchsal, only much more crowded. Suddenly, he hears one voice. "Are you awake, Herr Weis?" Albert simply gave a thumbs up, an ancient gesture of affirmation. As he slowly woke, he heard what he had known recited to him in the past tense. Then, the voice continued, as he gained sight of its owner.

"After you and Soldat Einfalt over there were incapacitated, the hostile marines were quickly dispatched by loyal members. Unfortunately, there were grave losses during the battle
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The anticipation was almost palpable. "Many have gone missing, including our Generaloberst, Stefanie von Falkneberg."

This single line set off thousands of alarms in Albert's head. Falkenberg was leader of Die Weiße Rose. Her disappearance would no doubt mean that a new leader had to be chosen. But, before he could ponder this, the activist told him, "You've been out for 17 days. In that time, we've had no leads on who attacked, but we did root out a few spies. They could provide us nothing." A pause. "But, there might be *one* positive in all of this. Albert Weis, we remaining Weiße Rose aktivists have decided to take Stefanie's recommendations to heart, and have appointed you to Generaloberst."

There was only pure shock, then there was comprehension once more. "Is this true?" The others in the room affirmed the activist's bold claims, and slowly helped Weis out of the medical bed. Over the course of the next two hours, Weis would re-orient himself and slowly realize the fact that he was now the deciding factor in this long war in Rheinland. There was but one purpose Weis had on his mind now. As he stared at his inactive lab in his bunk room, he said, "Rheinland will be liberated: For the millions who've died, and billions who've suffered. I will avenge them."