The Fall of Bonn

[Slavik]

Helmut sits behind his desk in his spacious office, the morning had been dull and the night very quiet. Literally nothing happend, not even a transport getting hit in Stuttgart, something that normally happens on a daily basis. His office was messy, it was clear that it had not been cleaned in a week, he stood up to get another cup of coffee.

From the adjecent room, wich served as a hub in the Synth Foods office alarms rang and lights started flashing. A metallic voice came over the emergency intercom: "Bonn Station is under attack. Battleship Strausberg has opened fire against our turrents. Transports with marines have been seen heading towards several airlocks. Proceed to your nearest emergency point and stand by for further instructions."

The 23 employees in the room looked at each other in shock, nobody expected this conflict to escalate further. "Mein gott!" Helmut said. "Alexander, Kevin start up emergency shut down for fleet coordination! Get fleet central on hold and tell them they will have to take over coordination!" The controllers turned back to their desk, a large screen showing all of Rheinlands trade lane system and its bordering systems. There where still a fair few Yellow Dots on the screen, with shipnames and data next to them.

"Frederich, do a head count. I want to know who is in our office and who is off duty! Get in touch with those who are off duty. Have them go their appartements!" Helmut Barked again towards a management assistant who quickly got to work. "Sabine, lock our doors, we're on the same deck as the interspace control, the marines will probably head there first."

Helmut walked towards the meeting room, his assistant followed him. "Check when the back-up has been sent to LA, destroy all local files after that. I'm gonna see if I can get someone on the line who can help us."

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once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez