Four ships are setting down in the small hangar bay of Darmstadt Depot, an armored transport, two escort fighters and a scabby Hawk. All ships are clutered wilth sulfur mud from the travel through the Ostnebel.
The ramp of the transport drops down and Admiral Mirage Bre'Delakorsa of the Order steps down, together with an armed escort.
The hangar is filled with battered civilian ships, not a single one undamaged and more than half of them has been cannibalized for spare parts. They bay reeks of sulfur that cements the hulls of the ships that operate in Stuttgarts nebulae regularely. Men and women alike in flight suits and overalls are busy repairing and cleaning ships and tinkering with all kind of equipment.
Though all this organized chaos, one man steps towards the Orders delegation and stretches out a hand.
He seems to be in his 50s, his face mared from age and sorrow, yet features a childish grin.
Guten Tag und welcome in our humble home Frau Admiral Bre'Delakorsa. We are delighted to welcome you and your companions here.
My name is Bastian Brauer, and I will be your liason during your stay here.
Please follow me, while your baggage is brought to your quarters.
He takes the lead and walks through some corridors of the station, until the group reaches the Depots bar, the infamous Stuttgart Biergarten (exiled). A large, clean room with a panorama windowallowing an impressive look at the yellow-ish clouds of the Ostnebel. A large round table has been prepared in the middle of the room, it is covered with a blue-white tablecloth and beer and pretzels for several persons have been prepared on it.
Brauer gestures the Admiral to have a seat, waits until she its down and takes place himself.
Now tell me, Frau Admiral, what made the Order having interest in Rheinlands revolutionary movement again? Wir have received your transmission and were pretty puzzled about your motives after such a long time of silence. What is it that the Order wants, that we could possibly have?
The Admiral was dressed in her usual, completely white, uniform standing in stark contrast with the black armor color of her escorts. A woman in her early 30s, Mirage moved gracefully and silently across the corridors of the station.
Upon her arrival in the hall, Mirage looked at the table, set in front of her. It was prepared for her arrival and although it wasn't pouring with rare dishes from all of Sirius, it was made to reflect the way of life, in this particular part of it. The Admiral heard the question, her host directed towards her. Before answering it, or saying anything at all, the woman first looked at him and those men and women around him. She examined their facial expressions, searching for any signs of potential trouble or an unseen threat. This wasn't a sign of paranoia, it was something which people of her rank and status had to develop in order to survive in the harsh and unforgiving environment, that was the Omicrons.
Mirage failed to spot any sign of danger, coming from the people in front of her, so she prepared her answer. The silence in the room was deafening before the sound of her voice finally broke it.
'Underestimating your own value and, more importantly, your potential, is not something the Revolutionary organizations of Rheinland are known for. What you have does not measure in anything materialistic, it measures in something more important and a lot more rare.'
Mirage tried to forge a sense of warmth in her words, but the cold sound of her voice made that an unrealistic wish. A slight pause fallowed and she continued.
'What you have is will and what you don't lack is commitment. Will to see your fellow rheinlanders free of aggressors, both human and alien and commitment to that same cause. While we will not be able to assist you in driving of the human part of your problems, it is the other one, with which we can help you deal with, once and for all. Simply put, the High Command of the Order has voted and agreed, that a mutual cooperation and possible alliance, between us and the Rheinland Revolutionaries, is something which will seal the fate of the Wilde and Nomad issues in Rheinland. For that to happen, The Order must have friendly forces in the face of the local community."
Brauer seems to think for a short peiod of time before he answers.
While it is true that we don't lack the commitment to fight for our and our fellow Rheinlanders cause with whatever means necessary, and we are also facing the growing threat of alien incursions together with our Hessian brothers and sisters, it still strikes me as odd that you contact us at this time, and not, lets say, three years ago?
You see, the fact that you are contacting us indicates that we have something that you desire and we need to know what that is before we can move on with our relationship.
Brauer takes a sip from his mug of beer
While it is true that we will gladly accept any help offered against the Wilde and Nomad threats, I don't think this is the sole reason why you came here. My distrust in you might be inappropriate, but you have to be aware that we know about your former alliance with the Corsair empire, which repeately raids our home and causes a lot of suffering, pain and death to our people.
Thie kind of trust and faith you expect us to put into you will have to be earned, it isn't given just like that and I am curious how you intend to do this.