Fyn Adler -Rhinelander

[Carlos_Benitez]

They replied! A recieved a communique reporting that I had been accepted and to report for initiation in Bretonia.
I made my way there and was immediately enlisted by my friend Herr Frank flying the Bowex train "Gordon" to escort him on a trade mission to Rhineland.
Still flying my valkyre, I guarded my friend's ship through Cambridge and Omega-3, till we reached Omega-7. I scouted ahead to make sure the coast was clear.
A gunboat of the Rhineland Militar was at the gate, and sensors indicated it had fired upon Gateway trade ships. I asked the Rhineland captain what had happened and he did not discuss the event. Concerned the captain and crew of the vessel had gone rogue, my friend Herr Frank took his train and ran, but this upset the gunboat captain. He demanded we stop and Herr Frank wisely complied. It turned out it was but a routine scan, and the captain requested a few nanobots to help fix up some damage that had occurred on his ship.
Once in Stutgart I contacted the battleship in orbit and inquired about the gunboat's activities. They stated movements of Rhineland Military vessels were classified, confirming in my mind that the gunboat was operating under the authority of the Kanzler. I am now fairly sure that the Gateway ships had been shot down by Korsaren, and the Gunboat had dealt with the attackers in kind.
We proceeded to the jumpgate, and I entered the event horizon. The ship felt as if it was going to be torn apart, and my poor Valkyre was flung to the other side of New Berlin. Herr Frank went on ahead, while I attempted to get my bearings, repair the damage to my ship and get back to the tradelanes.
I entered the Frankfurt jumpgate to find the same thing happening again; something was destabilising the vortex. After once again emerging in empty space beyond civilisation, I made my way to Munich and met up with Herr Frank at Planet Nuremberg. The engineers confirmed the fusion reactors of my Valkyre's engines were creating exotic particles which were interfering with the jumpgate process. They recommended I scrap the ship, but I had to make sure my new Bowex supervisor got back to Bretonia safely with his cargo.
Every jump was an ordeal, but luckely I was not thrown off course again, and we eventually reached Leeds.
Herr Frank was kind enough to share half of the profits from the trade run with me; 8 million credits.
It's more than I could have dreamed of; a small fortune for one day's work. It's ten times the ammount I had earned in a month working from Hamburg.
I'm now certain I'm in the right profession. Bowex is the place for me.