Guten tag, Direktorat. Today I was eager to smuggle some black market munitions to our Union Corse friends. The voyage to their planet was a smooth sailing.
Returning back, I encountered a GMS arbeiter in Zurich. I was gonna make her pay up in exchange for her life, but she seemed to know that was coming, and already offered me some of GMS' precious Molybdenum ore without me even asking for it. I naturally took all the ore I could carry, and sold the batch to some Outlanders for a hefty sum!
I decided to spare her life, as she might be more useful alive in the future to us. As she seemed pretty friendly towards me, I will also try to persuade her into giving us intel on Gallic plans in the area. The logs are attached.
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-[SENDER: Junior Director, Klaus Adler -[SOURCE: Pacifica base, Bering
Guten abend Directorat, we got excellent news, as you know our Directorat has grown and so our ambition. In near future, we will manage to send the task force to Omega systems and obtain the necessary information which will provide us with a further understanding of that sector. Do not take it easy Arbeiters, this will be a huge step for the great future of our Directorat. I will take command personally to make sure, that we will succeed. With the information that we will obtain I will share it with the rest of you as soon as I can.
Guten tag, Direktorat. Earlier today, in my journey to Frankfurt I ran into a freelancer, one Jason Harper. At first, I didn't pay much attention to him, but then he revealed to me that he had previous encounters and deals with the Unioners. I lead him into a more secure location and questioned him further about his motives and goals.
It is my opinion that this information will be extremely useful to the Direktorat, and having said that, I am attaching the blackbox recording of the conversation.
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The information you've provided has been evaluated as important by the Direktorat and will result in the creation of a new operation. We will contact the individual shortly and will integrate you into the process as the overseer's right-hand man. Your exceptional attention to detail has earned you a promotion to the rank of Oberarbeiter and an advancement into the higher pay grade.
-[FULLNAME: Ernst Ludwig -[PLACE OF OPERATION: Somewhere in the dark Corners of Rheinland -[SIGNAL:Medium
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Guten Abend, Captains and Pilots.
This is Ernst Ludwig, Captain of the Cruiser WIndhelm, today we had in the Hudson System a special kind of Crowd, a huge amount of Aliens entered the system out of nothing even when we entered the Party a little late, Rheinland Military and Liberty Navy where already fighting.
So our main attention in that case where for the Aliens to be defeated, our Crew did quite gut.
In between of all that mess a Hitman Gunship decided to focus the Windhelm and our great Gunner's made them to quickly rethink of there decision.
In my opinion, this development is very worrying, because this size of a ''Fleet'' could easy take down a Outpost who belongs to us or even something more Importand.
However, with the massive damage dealt to three aliens, we were able to help calm the situation for now, lets hope in future we can do the same.
...The feed flickers to life, revealing a dim cockpit. Straub leans forward, his face streaked with sweat, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The faint glow of the console lights his tired but determined expression.
"Straub here. Mission accomplished. Sigma-15 is a graveyard. Rheinland thought they had it locked down, but we proved them wrong."
Static interrupts—explosions and distant chatter echo before Straub continues, his voice steady.
"The Corsairs were already engaged when we arrived. Rheinland’s Navy and MND had them on the ropes. They lost three fighters and a gunboat before we intervened. Brutal, but they held the line."
The feed flickers, showing flashes of combat—missiles streaking, debris scattering. Straub exhales smoke, his gloved hand resting on the console.
"We hit Rheinland hard. The Rheinmetall took minimal damage—just a few scratches. Our fighters? Barely a dent. But we made them pay. Their formations broke, their ships turned to scrap. They won’t forget this."
"This isn’t just about territory. It’s about survival. Rheinland thinks they can push us around. Today, we reminded them they can’t."
The feed distorts, alarms blaring in the background. Straub smirks, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.
"We’re heading back to [ERROR: REDACTED]. The Rheinmetall will be ready soon. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot."
The transmission fades, Straub’s face illuminated by the glow of his cigarette before dissolving into static.
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