Subject ID: Countess Alise von Ravensberg Location: Somewhere in the Tanner Belt Time: 01:11 Day: 26th March 825
Alise looked directly into the camera nothing was able to hide her tiredness and the look of as if something is extensively nagging on her. To the right of her there is a glass of wine, half full as if she already had drunken a bit of it. She let out a long drawn out sigh, shifting her gaze away from the camera turning away from her face.
“Sooo… Here I am listening to my little sister once again. Doing something like this relieves me of my stress she said. Maybe it does, I will at least give it a shot. Also I do not know how regularly I will do these. So where should I begin?”
She looks up at the ceiling of her quarters, smiling thinly, almost sarcastical.
“Live in Bering, It is bothersome. The Fuchs at least offers a bit of a safe space for me, away from the Freeport and Pacifica. These places are too lively for me, docking there from time to time is okay but living there? Not really mine. We have the Stahlfresser getting all the supplies for us to stay in space: Food, Water, Oxygen, Books and other stuff needed for daily life. Even though my personal supplies of wine and tea are slowly getting empty, I may need to contact this one Freelancer again to stock up on it again…
About our general situation in Bering, Liberty Navy, Xeno, Weird Kusarians somehow the system attracts tons of problems for us and Harmony. Luckily, our might is also growing. The Union and Harmony both got a new Battleship. The Sirene and the Chefornak. These are going to be two highly valuable assets for our common struggle. I actually have met the Captain of the Chefornak in person, Cheryl Augustine. I quite like her, during my time on her ship I actually managed to forget the worries that plagued me before. I will definitely hold contact with her.
On a completely different note, I am furious with the behaviour some of our allies display. Names? I am just going to say one: The Lane Hackers and especially a man called Wolfgang Weisen. I do not know where to start about the many mistakes that were made yesterday during a convoy. Firstly, the Union never got the planned route meaning that we had to rely on the Hackers to lead us, which looked upon now after it was one giant mistake. The whole convoy was simply a huge mess, they lead us through half of Liberty, I do not want to know the chances of how often we would have been caught by the Navy. When we reached Kusari it was not a tiny bit better, the scanner showed that the ‘IKN-Hiei’ had nearly caught the Convoy but as soon as we entered the Tau´s they stopped following us.
Luckily the way back over Omicron Alpha to the Sigmas was calm no enemies but already mentioned person, ‘Wolfgang Weisen’, began to speak about how our claim, on what essentially are the wrecks of our ancestors, is hurting indirectly ‘their’ business. How? I can explain this, a group called the ‘Junker Marauders’ seem to be thinking that they simply could come and send the Lane Hackers and this ‘Weisen’ as a running boy to us. As if I would allow those dirty Junkers to defile my ancestors graves! They shall not get a single piece of one of these once mighty warships! And if I see one of those with pieces of these ships in their cargo hold, I personally will send their poor souls towards which ever deity they worship!”
Especially during the last bit her voice was like the barking of a wild dog, ready to rip to pieces what ever may be in front of it. Shortly after this she slightly calmed down again. Calmly reaching for her glass and emptying the wine inside of it. Her voice was back to normal with an additional undertone of amusement.
“Today, Zelinsky and me finally found something we can agree on. Normally we are constantly exchanging verbal blows at each other. When now the both of us, once again, were patrolling Bering, we saw a huge Coalition Force heading through the system towards Liberty. Zelinsky seemed to agree to my statements that the ceasefire the Oberkommando agreed to was… Lets put it like this, we both do not approve of it and would rather have blown holes in their petty ships. She actually reminded me of an old saying about those Commies: Better dead than red. It is true, hope the Navy gave them a hard time. Well it has been enough for today.”
Subject ID: Countess Alise von Ravensberg Location: Somewhere in the Hamburg System Time: 02:55 Day: 28th April 825
After having been turned on the camera needs one short moment to adjust itself, focusing its lense on Alise. She looks once again stressed, less annoyed than last time she has done this tho. For a short moment she smiles thinly as she has confirmed that everything was running properly. Alise sits back down on the chair that was infront of the table the camera was standing on.
"So... Much has happened since the last time I did this sort of thing... I am actually unsure how I should begin as it is mostly unrelated bits of things that went well and things that went poorly. I guess it would be the best if I will simply start chronologically."
She leans forwards, resting her chin on her palms. Her eyes are mostly fixed on the camera, only darting for short moments while she speaks to the left or right. There are circle below her eyes, suggesting that she has barely or not slept at all the past days maybe up to a week.
"I will start with mentioning the following, due to the passing of Paul Michael Großweiler, the former Lord over the Cell in Hamburg, I became the new leader of it. The death of Mister Großweiler was rather unexpected, a man older than myself but still far from having the death knock on his door. I kinda enjoyed the few times we met on Wedel, drinking some tea and telling each other how things were going. I can only assume that he was it that nominated me as the new leader of the Hamburg Cell for the case of him passing away. I will never find out but I hope it is like this.
Leading a Cell is actually pretty stressful. In the first two weeks I had to restructure large parts of the Cell´s chain of command. Seeing into the people Großweiler left me and judge on if they are useful and trustworthy or of they should better be assigned some less challenging typ of work like cleaning certain areas of the station. Those which obviously would have taken over my place rather then follow me met a quick end. It seems that the time on Freeport 2 made my little sister to a capable shooter, we both learned it from Laurenz but she was always more into it then me. Maybe I should create a team of individuals that will only report to me and only recieve orders by me, something like that could proof useful in the future."
Alise yawns, her eyes are only half opened as she leaned further towards the table´s surface. There was movement in the background from another person that seemed like turning the page of a book.
"The Amalfi Directorate, slowly I begin to like these Outcast. They are good, reliable buisness partners and really polite. I see a bright future between the Union and them, they respect our decision to remain neutral as what I have grown to call the 'Hispanic Kindergarden Quarrel'. Naturally I would never call it openly like that, it simply is the best if we stay neutral in this war. Nothing is gained by standing on either side. I-..."
Alise´s head sinks onto the table, her eyes has closed. The lack of sleep seems to have taken its toll and she passed out on spot. The camera keeps recording for a few moments until the figure in the background stands up and walks to the table. She shakes her head at the sight of Alise in a somewhat disappointed manner.
"I did tell you, my dear sister, that you should have rested days ago. You are no machine that can simply disregard its own well being. As soon as you wake up, I will tell you that I told you so... Jeez you are the older one normally you should be the more responsible one. Ohhh wait! The camera is still going!"
The other individual reaches downwards and turns off the camera...