[color=#996600]F[color=#995500]R[color=#994400]O[color=#993300]M [color=#992200]THE FRONT
FOR ALL COMRADES
Meine Kameraden.
Meine treuen Freunde.
Meine Brüder und Schwestern.
The recent weeks have once again shown us the true nature of our total Krieg against the Corsairs, against their endless hordes, their relentless hunger for conquest, for conflict, and their unquenchable thirst for not just our Blut, but also the blood of all those they deem too weak and too frightened to rise against their self-proclaimed Empire.
Meine Kameraden, never before, not for us nor our predecessors and not for the generations before them, has this Krieg reached such a level of mercilessness and brutality. Never before have I been witness to such commitment, such willpower and such Mordlust on either side of this Krieg.
Meine Kameraden, our Krieg has now truly become absolute. There will be no mercy. There will be no rest. There will be no surrender. There will be no defeat.
We will march on, meine Kameraden. We will march on to our Endsieg, with our heads high, our hearts filled not with fear, for there is no need to fear our Feinde.
And, meine Brüder und Schwestern, know and always remember that they, they do not fear us. They do not respect us. And, Ihr Soldaten des freien Rheinland, know that they too will give us no quarter, they too will not rest, and they will not show mercy.
Meine tapferen Kameraden, we will keep marching into the heart of darkness that is their precious Omicron Gamma. We will march on and there will be naught but courage and ardency to fill our hearts, for we need not fear them! We need not fear their mighty war-machinery! We need not fear their men! We need not fear their courage nor their reputation! Meine Kameraden! We need not fear ANYTHING! WE NEED NOT FEAR ANYONE!
We need not fear, for WE WILL BECOME FEAR! We will rise beyond being mere men and women on the battlefield! We will become their ultimate Nemesis and the living incarnation of their worst nightmares! Meine Kameraden, we will draw the flaming sword that once brought Rheinland to its knees! We will carry forth the eternal fire of our Volksrevolution into that heart of darkness they call their home!
Meine Kameraden, I promise you now that the day will come that when they see us, their hearts and minds will tremble. Their once-steadfast resolve will waver, and it will collapse when they hear our voices echo across their Omicron Gamma. And then, meine Kameraden, that Flammenschwert of hatred we wield, that is what we will raise high, and when it descends upon them like Ragnarok upon the Earth, we will crush them and tear them asunder.
But, meine Kameraden, before I speak more of our Sieg, I want you to know that I too am but a mere man fighting for our cause. And I too have hopes and dreams.
And ja, there is one dream I wish to have become reality meine treuen Kameraden.
However it is not so much a dream of conquest, victory, defeat or our Krieg itself.
Nein meine Kameraden. My dream is a dream of the future. A dream of peace.
A future where the Corsairs' precious, oh-so precious yet desolate and barren home-world, their planet Crete, is not what it is now. In the future I dream of, meine Kameraden, the Crete we know is no more. The Corsairs' beloved planet, it is no longer theirs, but it is ours. And it is not the wasteland many of us gaze upon everyday, but it is a beautiful world, a peaceful world. The grass grows tall all across what once was the endless deserts, and as my eyes wander, I see a rocky path leading to a lone house, standing atop a tall hill, hidden from the hot sun by the shade of two ancient and tall great oak-trees, their branches swaying gently in the summer breeze. When I look closer and follow the path, I gaze into that house, built of hard wood and clinkers, and then I see an old man. He rests comfortably on a wing chair, und raucht friedlich seine Pfeife while reading a book, the pages yellowed by age, old as the man himself. And then, meine Freunde, I realize that dieser Mann, that is no one else but me.
As it dawns upon me that I gaze upon my future self I can hear the jarring of the house's door as it opens, and then I hear the cheerful voices of children. And as this old man stands up to face them, they come running and they shout "Opa! Opa!", for they are my Enkelkinder. And behind them, I see their parents, meine Kinder, mein Fleisch und Blut, for they have come to visit this old man, his face weathered and his eyes deep, a look in them you and I know far too well meine Freunde. The look of a man who has seen but war during most of his lifetime.
But let me tell you now, as I sit there, I do not see myself unhappy, I see myself smiling as meine Familie surrounds me, and I laugh heartily as my grandchildren cheer and tell me of all the new things they have learned in der Schule. I smile wide as they speak of the great tales they've learned, the ones of the even now legendary Hessler family, and I nod my head in agreement when I hear them speak of Brigadegeneral Meissner. I chuckle when they speak of Oberleutnant Gukel's exploits in Omega-7, and I can't help but sing along when they start singing Vladilein. And later the day, when we all sit down around that grand dinner table I once built myself decades ago for supper, they ask me: "Opa Georg, will you tell us about Omicron Hessler?"
So I nod my head, clearing my throat as I slowly begin reciting the history. The history, meine Freunde, of how you and I conquered Omicron Gamma. And I tell them all. I tell them about the peerless leadership of Major Hoerst. I tell them of the day our Kamerad Vladimir had our Jormungands darken Gamma's sun. I tell them of the loyal Mercenaries who supported us battle after battle and the antics of the red-headed and hot-blooded Silver. I tell them about Sturmbannführer Sasha Grau's relentless charges against the unrelenting hordes of Corsairs. I tell them of the Zoners, the ones who rose up against the Corsairs in defiance and fought side by side with us, meine Kameraden. And I tell them of us all, I tell them of our Sieg and of how we rose and became not just the Corsairs' fear, but of how we all became legends, and how we achieved peace.
Meine Kameraden.
Dieser Traum of mine, it is but a dream. And I am not a man who gives in to dreams, for I know that all my wishing will not help it become reality. Nein meine Kameraden, mein Traum is a good dream, but it may not even become reality in my lifetime. That, meine Brüder und Schwestern, is something that I know. It is something that I acknowledge and accept, and something that I live with. But it is not a burden to bear, and I am not afraid. This dream, it is not something that would hinder me and obstruct my vision, because there are other things that I know and believe in, things that allow me to be without fear and doubt.
Meine Kameraden, I know that some day, Omicron Gamma will be known as Omicron Hessler. I know that wir werden siegreich sein in our Krieg. And most of all meine Kameraden, I know that Crete will become a world welcoming of life, and it will not be the inhospitable rock that it is now.
You may ask yourself now how I can be so certain of that, how I can believe that without question, without the shadow of a doubt, when we fight day after day and our Brüder und Schwestern shed their blood for our cause. It is a good question, meine Kameraden. A very good question deserving an answer.
Meine Kameraden! Let me answer it then!
Ich sprach zu euch about how we will become the Corsairs' fear, their Nemesis!
When that is done, meine Kameraden, it will be their blood and the tears of them and their kin that will give birth to life on that rock they call their home! It will be their sacrifices and their losses that will give birth to peace in the Omega systems and beyond! And it will be the day of their defeat when one of us will rise to climb the highest mountain on Crete's surface, and that one Hessian will ram the flag of our Reich into the moutain's peak! And as our cannons roar day after day, once again a mighty roar will be heard across the universe! It will be the roar of us Lions! It will be the voice of the Volksrevolution, the voice that will once and for all proclaim the former Gamma to be Omicron Hessler! For all those who gave their lives and blood! For our future generations! For all our Brüder und Schwestern! Für das freie Rheinland! FÃR DAS VOLK!
FÃR HESSEN!
[font=Palatino Linotype]M[color=#995500]I[color=#994400]T [color=#993300]F[color=#992200]LAMMENSCHWERT UND HELDENMUT
[color=#996600]A[color=#995500]U[color=#994400]F [color=#993300]Z[color=#992200]UM SIEG IN FEINDESLAND
Source:Volker.Graffen
Target:Red Hessian Army officials
Subject:Report
System : Omega - 54
Base - Wolfsburg shipyard
Transmission code : 01
Hallo kameraden,
I report to you today a successful escort of Pharmaceuticals from Freital to the Unioners on Krefeld. I was escorting RHT-Talesin, we ran into no problems what so ever, it was but a calm trip. The return was the same.
Eingehende Ãbertragung...
[color=#FF0000]Source:beknownst to you
Target:Red Hessian Army officials
Subject: 5rd Report
Dokument wird geöffnet...
Sehr geehrtes Obercommando of the Red Hessians!
These are some excerpts of my personal log, that I want to share with you as my field reports.
[font=Garamond]Day 25:
[color=#FFFFFF]*Engine sounds are heard*
Who could have thought that Rheinwehr Soldiers are so chatty?
Ahm, yea THIS is basically more then I expected...
No need to pay horrendous sums to greedy Junkers for Intel. No need to sneak behind the occasional prison
transporter to find the location of their secret prison station...
All I really needed to do was getting cought! Here is what happened:
Well, on my way to an appointment with a fink, things started to get ugly when I ran into a RM patroll.
[color=#FFFFFF]*Shield buzzing*
Whoops, microasteroids! Ermm.. where was I...?
Ah yes:
my best confusion tactics were of no use. After hours of endless chasing, the ice got thinner for me.
Even after trying subterfuges and spinning them around for a while they did not lose track. Like wolves, they stayed on my tail.
Getting closer.
Closer.
Closer!
*sights*
After the unevitable CD there was no way out. My ship was completely surrounded by Soldiers!
They were not very keen about hearing Stories of my past, they wanted to send my sorry butt right to...
VIERLANDE.
That's the clue I was looking for! Overeagerly one of their rookies dropped that word. Foolish to give away secret information. At last there is some hope to find my father.
Military then was quite unlucky again, thanks to the Reavers. Else I would have been reunited with my father, much sooner then expected.
*Engine roaring louder*
Woawoawoawoa... Kruger, not so fast...
You got some nice load of cargo there. Wanna share that wealth with the Red Hessians? No?
I and Theater proceeded to new berlin to hunt us some Rheinland military chaps, all was going well until they started giving nano bots to each other, then 2 extras shouwed up, we had no choice but to run or die...
Sadly my vessel was destroyed in the fight and i made it back to Freital in my escape pod.
[color=#FF0000]Source:beknownst to you
Target:Red Hessian Army officials
Subject: 6rd Report Dokument wird geöffnet...
Dear hessian comrades!
[font=Garamond]Day 29:
[color=#FFFFFF]*Engine sounds are heard*
Here's a short entry for you.
IMGs are getting bullied by Corsairs as well as rookie Indies in their fields on a regular basis...
Time to put an end to this.
The first unlucky candidate assumed we - Hessians and Pirates - work together to rob random people.
I tought him a little lesson he won't forget.
Pictures of the fireworks are in the Datafile.
Later, a fellow Hessian comrade called Pat Grunfink left a note for me:
In exchange for several Gallons of "Klevers finest" he forwarded the codes for one of his mining vessels.
Getting wasted ist just the best you can do after a long mining shift in the orbit of our beloved red giant he said...
After spending some time getting used to the controls of the mining machinery, I recieved an upload with the location of the mining sites.
SW) called with a little job for me and I tell you, zhis Grunfink guy was perfectly right: Near the corona, my bot counter ran down to zero, quicker than in a dogfight with the Military.
[color=#FFFFFF]Reminder for myself:
Next time bring sunblocker
By the way, the Weimar is about 15 mil richer now:
9 Mil were the rest of my debts to proceed to Gefreiter rank and 6 are provision from my first job out there.
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]INCOMING TRANSMISSION
SOURCE: Freital
PICTURE ON SCREEN
...STARTING...
[font=Palatino Linotype]Oberkommando der Roten Hessen,
I am reporting back from a scouting mission with Kamerad Koroglu into Omicron Gamma.
We managed to arrive there undetected and started patrolling at the edges of the nebula to the Omega-41 jump hole. After some time we picked up a small signal on our scanners and decided to investigate. It was a light mining vessel that was all to eager to throw some insults at us and engage...his last mistake, Kamerad Koroglu managed to dispatch it with a well aimed shot. However, the vessel was able to send of a distress signal and more corsair forces arrived. In no time we were facing an overwhelming force of enemy fighters and even a Legate-class battleship. This was a battle way beyond our capabilities so we dragged the fight back into the nebula and to the jump hole to Omega-41 were we finally retreated. The corsairs, however, seemed to be eager to draw some Hessian blood - their fighter force was still chasing us. It was a lengthy run but we did manage to jump back to the safety of Omega-11. Much to our surprise a small fighter force was still following us. We took the opportunity to strike out at their reduced numbers and managed to pop another fighter. The others jumped back to Omega-41 after their comrade fell and we called it a day and headed back to Freital.
Eingehende Ãbertragung...
[color=#FF0000]Source:beknownst to you
Target:Red Hessian Army officials
Subject: 7rd Report
Dokument wird geöffnet...
Morning of Day 31:
Dear hessian comrades!
[color=#FFFFFF]*People chatting in the background*
Today I speak to you with a word of warning:
Some of you might have noticed zhat Bunter Clown called "Smecar" or something. That bottlenose keeps parking within reach of Freital waiting for Hessians to snipe away.
Be adviced that he loves to engage with little to kein foreplay.
However as it seems, he won that ship in the lottery, because he can't aim for scheiss! Still, if you see him next to Freital again, make sure to poke me in our channels. When I am in the area I'd like to deliver some of that blue stuff from my SNAC to him.
[color=#FF0000]Source:beknownst to you
Target:Red Hessian Army officials
Subject: 8rd Report
Dokument wird geöffnet...
Day 32:
Dear hessian comrades!
[color=#FFFFFF]*People chatting in the background*
Todays patrol was filled with excitement, mein dear Comrades.
Let's start from the top.
[color=#FFFFFF]*taking breath*
Me and my Thor started a scout mission in Omega 11.
Just another routine check, around the big red one in next our Haustüre.
Had quite some hope that I'd be running into indie Bunters again like the last times, but instead a distress call popped up.
The poor guy got left behind during a mining operation. No surprise - Daumann has quite a reputation about their attitude towards employed field staff.
It took quite a while to get him an our scanners. He was drifting next to the Sun cought in the gravitational pull.
His hull was rapidly melting away so we had to act quickly to get him out.
With the combined efford of tractor beams and some help of the good old 'I gently push your ship with my ship', method we finally managed to drag him out of the pull.
Luckily his engines went online again. However from the intense heat he suffered severe 2nd degree burns , so we set course to Freital to get him medical support as fast as possible.
In his final words, before passing out he commited himself to help the Red Hessian movement. His ship will be donated to our shared fleet. Let's put this thing into action and make some profit with it.
[Incoming Transmission]
[ID: Major Friedrich Dresner - RHA SOA]
Achtung piloten,
A group called Universal Monetary Allocation Department or in short, the UMAD| approached us with a request, and after discussing the matter among the oberkommando, we have decided to accept their request in hopes of closer relations between the two of our like-minded groups in future. Therefor, Effective immediately, the aforementioned group has mining permits in Omega-11 Diamond fields as well as free passage through Omega-54 system, and also to express our good intentions, all volksrevolution troops are asked to avoid any type of extortion of any vessel carrying UMAD| transponder but nonetheless, keep a close eye on their ships in case they try to abuse our trust.
The attached neural-link is a read-only copy of the channel this deal was discussed in and all piloten are advised to read through the channel to get more familiar with this group of individuals as well as the terms of our agreement.
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