Where are all the Hessians? I cannot but wonder...regardless, this outdated terminal is in dire need of an information update.
First of all, the numbers. Due to the cost of outfitting the under-armed flagship, we currently have enough funds for three new rekruts; or five, if the funds are rationed. Our smugglers are working overtime to rectify this shortage, so prospective rekruts will be assured access to the funds and equipment they need to fight our enemies.
Second, the numbers having to do with slightly more "liquid" assets...pilots. We are short on pilots; in fact, it is reaching the point of emergency. The Hessians are strong, but the RHA lately is not. So many of the other Hessians are nothing more than pirates...many of our brothers and sisters have lost sight of our cause: to slip free the corporate noose from the neck of our beloved Fatherland.
Yes, the noose is tightening every day; and there are many who are kicking at the stool beneath the Fatherland's feet. Kruger, Daumann, Republican Shipping, the delusional Kanzler-worshiping Rheinland Military, and the bloodthirsty Corsairs. The noose is tightening...and the battered wooden stool is us. With our current lack of numbers, all we are doing is holding off the inevitable.
The inevitable...which is only inevitable so long as we fail to do our duty. The duty the first Hessians took upon themselves 116 years ago, when the leaders of the Popular Revolution betrayed their own ideals to allow Kruger and Daumann to continue their stranglehold on Rheinland...
Make no mistake; our struggle is not likely to end soon. The Sirius in which we live is not the same as it was 116 years ago...it is more complex, and in many ways, even more dangerous. But we will not falter, nor will we fail, so long as there is one man or woman in Rheinland with the heart of a Hessian.
Service Notification: Yes, I understand that you all have to let off steam somehow. And yes, I understand that it's hard to resist the temptation to use some of our heavy-duty hardware to that end. But I must insist that off-duty pilots refrain from using the exhaust plumes of idling Odins to barbecue steaks. I'll ask the galley to stop serving pies on Thursdays if I catch anyone else doing this, understood?
