The Fall of Bonn

[Reverend Del]

"Herr Gunther, it was a pleasure doing business with you." Greg stood up, this IC shenanigan was making it a good time to be a businessman. Jay would be impressed, Greg had secured a number of supply contracts based on the fact the IND could just about afford to underwrite it's own insurance for the haulage.

"Bonn Station is under attack. Battleship Strausberg has opened fire against our turrets. Transports with marines have been seen heading towards several airlocks. Proceed to your nearest emergency point and stand by for further instructions."

"Testicles!" Greg shouted out loud, why now? Why invade now? Of all days. Greg didn't want to be stuck on Bonn all bloody week next to these cattle. Greg was distraught, the local IND offices were closer, but the Comfortably Rich was moored just a few short elevator rides, and moving walkways away...But that way also lay Rheinwher marines, intent on causing havoc. Besides Jay would kill him if he didn't at least check on the office staff. Sighing loudly Greg hustled to the IND offices, as fast as his frame would allow.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.