Hoegennaker was cruising through the Munich system collecting readings and scans on the dark matter fields enveloping this place. The LSF wanted an update of the criminal activities within Munich which had grown ever since Rheinland had begun an evacuation and abandonment of this region. Without local law enforcement here, the intelligence analysts at the LSF noticed there was a higher than normal number of artifacts entering into Liberty illegally.
He flipped a light and pulled out a cigarette. The on board filtration system would expunge the polluted air outside where it was burned, and belonged, by the surrounding dark matter. He took a deep breath of “fresh air”, what he liked to call smoking. Every marine smokes, because being a marine, sucked. And once a marine, always a marine.
He noticed off in the distance a small spec in the middle of space and redirected his undercover ship towards that spec. It was another ship, a freighter. Perhaps it was carrying contraband so he typed in the cloaking commands into his ships console. The light around ship bended, the way it bends around the event horizon of black hole, like the one in Omicron Sigma. He had to cut out the smoking out now even if it ****ing annoyed him. Nobody’s been able to figure out how to keep an air filtration system running while cloaked…yet.
He ventured towards the direction of the freighter and cut his engines thus floating through the dark matter fields towards it. And then, he was in scanning range. But there was nothing. No contraband which didn’t make any sense. And then there was a big rock in the way. Because why wouldn’t there be. Of course there was big rock just when he needed his engines to be quiet.
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