Comrade Zoner

[Vulkhard Muller]

My Name, is Eric Micheals I’m a Red Hessian, now before you get to asking “If you’re a Hessian where is your Rheinlander accent?" and other things of that nature let me explain. I’m a Zoner, Libertonian Zoner to be exact, who, after an act of unforgivable betrayal, joined the Red Hessians. I remember how it began, as if it was yesterday...

Chapter 1: The Rising Star

January 819 AS

I had just gotten my Boarder Worlds transport call sign "Hallicarnassus". Me and the Hali' were inseparable, we ran every trade route thinkable from Cardimine from Malta to Manhattan to the more lawful ones like Helium 3 for the GMG to New London. All was good always made enough to get by and live comfortably.

March 819 AS

Then came the day I met an OSI Representative on Freeport 14 in the desolate Yukon system. His name, Damian Lewis, he saw I had potential and helped me, showing me the ropes of being a Zoner from the political workings and choosing the right words to get out of almost any situation to the large profit trade routes to make me rich. He eventually even helped fund my Purchase of a ZBT-100Z 2.



After this came a few months of peace and prosperity all was well i had more money than I could ever ask for.


I was living the life of a king.


Then it all came crashing down.


Chapter 2: Darkness Rising


Three months into my employment at OSI a major turning point in my life occurred, I met the Coalition. The Coalition ,from the Libertonian propaganda *cough* excuse me I mean News Reports on them, were left wing terroristic extremists who’s only goal was to tear down the powerful political and economic structure that Liberty had worked so hard to secure. I learned otherwise


June 819 AS


At first meeting I was apprehensive. I met them on a Freeport, Freeport 1 to be exact it was a small group doing something they couldn’t say. I spoke to one of the younger men around my age he told of the ways of The Coalition and The Coalition social structure, I was shocked. The Liberty government had always made these men out to be madmen people who would kill another human with no warning. I was fascinated but having completed their mission they had to return to their home system. I stood on the Flight deck and watched them launch and fly off. This is when I feel the fall really began.


July 819 AS


The Midst of summer on Planet Gran Canaria I was in my office when suddenly the alert came on announcing the presence of unknown warships in orbit above Gran Canaria. I got up and proceeded, as per protocol, to my ship and launched to space to prepare incase initial diplomatic talks failed and combat ensued. Once in space I began hearing the Communications It was over system wide Communication channels. It was a Large Contingent of Coalition forces I counted a cruiser a few gunboats and a hand full of fighters. They were Claiming Omega 49 as theirs. These actions continued continued for a few weeks until things smoothed out. Everyone else returned to work as normal but I couldn’t, I couldn’t help thinking that they were right that they could help Omega 49 and protect it better than us Zoners.  I told my friend ,or excuse me , who I thought was my friend how I felt , betrayal number one.


First week of August 819 AS


My boss calls me in to his office, he looks like something is wrong but holds firm. He tells me I have not made Cargo transfer quotas for the month of July and I am being fired due to a joint decision by the Board of Directors and the President of Omicron Supply Industries to “ trim the fat”. I left his office and loaded my osprey into my Whale and headed off. However as I left I could not help noticing the Guns on the Anti-ship defenses targeting my ship my whole way out of Canaria’s Orbit. And headed off for the Omega 47 jumphole hoping to find some comfort in the deeper Omegas seeing as I had been betrayed by the Zoners.


My Life would never be the same after this.


I now enter my brief period of darkness.


I lived on the edge fighting for just enough to live.


Chapter 3: The Red Revival


September 891 AS
Upon arrival at Viernheim base in the Omega 47 system I had no idea where I would go from there. I figured being a freelancer now I had to go somewhere all my money was in the Official OSI Banking System; no way was I getting into there to get my money back. I was left with all the cash I had on me just under half a million credits. So although it hurt I sold my ZBT-100Z 2. I still needed a few million more credits to fund my ships repairs and the cost of fuel so I had my Osprey prepared for flight to go hunt a bounty or too from the base however, when I started the ship up and I input the Red Hessians Activation codes “ Attention: Core power reduced to 10%” A Freelancer named Henry Millerson wanted my Osprey and was willing to trade a Ravens Talon for it. I denounced his request and kept my Osprey. I signed up on the Freelancer lists for the Red Hessians flying my Osprey, the Zoners leased Ospreys to freelancers meaning the codes should change the power output. I put in my new Freelancer Identification codes the core rebooted for 90% not the best but do-able. I proceeded to launch and do missions for the Red Hessians. Although I alligned my self with The Red Hessians I made a pact to my self never to touch Civilians, unless ofcourse they were OSI.

This was my life for the next few months

job after job escort mission after escort mission

Until finally I had enough I flew a Boarder Worlds Transport for the Hessians and eventualy even bought a Fighter and a Bomber from them, but I kept my Osprey.

Eventually I realized, there was something I missed, I watched as a OSI convoy crossed Omega 11, a Zoner whale, the pinnacle of Zoner Engineering. The crown jewel expensive to build and a major player in Zoner Economy...

So what would happen if say....They Lost one?


(//Coming Soon: Chapter 4: "Operation Revelation")