pers.log: K.Holhauer - |AAR: 834.SEP.29

[Spectre]

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pl.lwb - schwar.cologn
access.lvl: zwei
displa: text

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ID: K.Holhauer - Aktivist

So many years, so much to do, and so many voices to fight with.
My father used to tell stories of his missions, the wingmen he flew with, bringing down massive Synth Foods convoys like a pack of nachthounds.
I dreamt of following in his footsteps, fighting against the menace that towered over him and his closest like a monolith. That dream was cut short, and by those who sympathized the most with out cause.
No longer, not after today.

We gathered at the Schwarzwald; there had to have been thirty of us, at least. All of us, tired of the same exhausted excuses, and tired of the lies. I knew Sabine, though not that well. When I'd heard of what she'd done, and to whom, I had a sense the hour was upon us. Turned out I wasn't alone.
They brought outsiders in to take one of our own, and when they came through the jump hole, we all seemed to snap. We piled on them like starving dogs to their meal, and what a pile it was. They even brought one of our own heavier ships to help drag her to Kusari. Still went down all the same.

Their convoy soon turned into a rout, their prison ship running for its life, and through no lack of tenacity, it was brought down. Reaper-1 brought Sabine in, a little shaken, but alive. I soon followed, along with a good number of us. Probably some big patch of mines and missiles. Got picked up along with them, I think by Reaper.

The fight continued on, but Reaper made a beeline for the Schwarzwald. No idea how many were flying escort, but the sounds of the engines outside had to have been more than six.
I'm going to offer whoever Reaper was a pint tomorrow, once we've all had some time to shake off the energy.
We're back, and angry. Father would be elated with how today went, even if we lost some, but no fight is won without a few drops of blood.

Here's to the Neu Bewegung!

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