The calming atmosphere of the dark green nebula in Sigma-19 was broken by a lonely ship, slowly approaching a station surrendered by scaffoldings and a couple of ships, including the hull of the mighty Hurricane, the Coalitional battlecruiser that has been staying docked to this solar for a couple of long stressing months. As soon as the ship has entered the range of powerful scanners, located at the derelict, the station came to live. Hundreds of activists, the Order agents and the soldiers of Coalition started to run around, picking their weapons up and preparing to defend the station until the last drop of blood. What was it? Another unlucky outcasts patrol, that would never return to Malta? Something more dangerous? The truth could be told only by the dispatchers, doing their shift all days long in a special section of the base.

"Contakt Zwei-Square-Alpha, Coalition identifications, weapons are offline. We are safe for now, Herrs and Faus."

Cold robotic voice has informed the crew of the station, that they can return to their routine duties. People one by one returned to eating, reading, talking with each other, checking their weapons and personal items, but at least two people stayed in front of the docking bay, leading inside of "Coalition". A young man in his 20's with cold eyes and usual Weiße Rose uniform and a woman with relatively same age with tired, but still alive cyan eyes. She as well was wearing a usual uniform, combined with white combat armor, black coat and a peaked cap with the emblem of the movement.

"Meyer, I think, that it tends to be some kind of tradition of you, following me during all more or less important meetings. Let's not waste our and the time of our guests and move ahead, despite the fact that I doubt that they actually brought any good news. At least for us."

A couple of tired and kind of exhausted from endless work and struggle with obstacles people move inside of the ship, getting through endless corridors and security checks before they finally arrived in front of the door, leading to Commander's salon. Staying in front of it for a bit, the woman has turned her head to the activist:

"I think, that I will go there alone. I will call you if your presence will be needed. Don't think, that I don't trust you, but I don't want to put them under possible stresses from the presence of another representative of the movement. You are free to do anything in your free time."

Literally breathing the last words out, the woman quickly came in, probably even too quick, as her movements got kind of rapid and sloppy. After entering the Commander's salon, she quickly took a look of people sitting in there. She was already familiar with the kommandir Akimnov, while the face of the woman, who also seemed to be the same age with Annika, looked unfamiliar.
"Ich bien Oberst Einfalt of the Die Weiße Rose sect in the Bundschuh movement. I want to apologise for my probably not too familiar matters, as I'm totally not used to attend this kind of meetings, as I'm the person of working class, if so might be said. I have made contact with the Research Korps and requested help from The Spire Kampfgruppe. She stopped for a second and gave a weak smile. While her movements and even speech still looked very sloppy, it was clear enough, that they didn't come out of her being scared, but rather of her being worried. "I guess we have some matterz to discuss, ja?"