Eugen Weise, SCRA

[Koolmo]

The Blanket Immunity and the Red Dawn Rising met again, this time behind Planet Sprauge, in Omega 3. A small squadron of the new Insurgent class fighters swarmed around both of them, red stars bright on the wings.

Eugen Weise, mission completed with a complete lack of success, sat down again in the same cabin. Taking off his uniform cap, he raked his fingers through his hair, and looked across the table at Totenkopt.

"So, got your Commanders did you? I though Ares considered you too insubordinate or something..."

"Yea, I got it. Not going to go any higher, of course, but that's the price I paid for having fun, and I think it's a good tradeoff."

Eugen grins, and takes the glass of clear liquor offered to him.

"Anyways, those bloody farmers wouldn't listen to reason, I almost got shot like five times trying to find a policymaker, and then all he would talk about was the need to make Synth Foods a priority target. I've no problem with shooting people who're shooting back, but gunning down some guy carring a load of paste seems a lot of rather bad Karma to me..."

"Yep. Not going to happen anyways, McIntosh and Kirk are still adamant we need to win hearts and minds, not just kill everything we spot. If they're carrying slaves or cardamine or something it's a different story, but for the moment..."

"Can't blame 'em for that, Slavery is a bloody crime against nature, and since those crack-huffing bastards up north are in line with the squishies, we can't let them start spreadin' it about. Although, the way those farmers go at it is rather like slavery.... funny thing is, their pilots use synth paste as field rations, nuggets.."

"Ha! Silly farmers... Anyways, where are you bound now?"

"Well, I'm thinking back home for a bit, then see where the fleet is bound. In any case, we'll meet up, once you're done with the Jellies."

Totenkopt snorted. "Unlikely, I don't think either of us going to be done with them for a long time..."

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<span style="color:#FFFF00">&quot;General Solo, is your strike team assembled?&quot;
&quot;Barely, they're pretty drunk.&quot; </span>
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