Battleship Moselle - Living in the Beast

[Buster Commodore]

Flieger Verner watched as the world around him began to shoot past at an incredible rate. Jumping from system to system filled his stomach with slight nausea and he hated being pressed so hard against his seat. It didnt much help that he was exhausted from everything he had done today. Patrols, endless waves of training being pounded into his skull, and the fact that he had been in the Rheinland Militar' for almost a week and didnt have a friend in the world. He was always too shy to speak to the other pilots on mosselle and always kept to himself. He really needed to open up.

The jump had ended and he sat staring at the mosselle. he sighed and thought, "here we go again, another non productive day and i dont have anything good to report to major keller." He set cruise speed and approached the Hangar bay on Mosselle. "what the heck?" He muttered to himself as he saw the cloud of thick black smoke coming from Maintenance Bay. "this is Flieger Gerald Verner, Mosselle, Requesting to dock, is everything alright?"

The dock coordinators voice was calm and smooth "Yes flieger, everything is fine, you are cleared to dock"

Verner pulled the ship into the docking bay and saw the cause of the black smoke. a beaten and smoldering wraith. Verner looked at the ID number on the wraith and saw it was Gefreiter Franck's. "looks like she had more fun today than i did..." he whispered to himself as he removed his helmet and emerged from the cockpit of his own wraith.

The Engineers were already sweeping up smoldering pieces of scrap. He could hear yelling, "LOS, LOS, LOS, AND INCLUDE THAT IN YOUR REPORT AS WELL!" It was Keller. already pissed. Verner thought How could his day get any worse than this. He sighed heavily, lit a cigerette, and headed for the lounge to file his report. "hopefully he wont see me come in".

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