Hans Streusel’s agile Bergelmir narrowly dodged the massive, searing discharge from the hated Libertonian scum’s flagship Carrier. Maneuvering about with an Immelman Turn, Hans smirked. He had a juicy target in his sights.
He pulled back a level at his feet; his engine was promptly killed. Angling the controls sharply to his right, his bergelmir began to spin like a top, faster and faster. He waited several seconds, before flipping the guard off the large green button to the side of his cockpit, and punching the button.
***FSSSSSSHHHH***
A great gout of bright green antimatter spat out the tube at exactly the right angle. It flew true, impacting the ill-fated Dreadnaught’s hull and rupturing it across the middle like a shard of glass. Lifeless, limp bodies could be seen pirouetting out of the decompressed sections of the gargantuan vessel; even now, five separate pieces of the massive, disable vessel began to inexorably fall towards the nearby gravitational pull extended by Houston; it was clear that this vessel was falling directly over the most populated section of the planet; millions of lives hung by a thread due to this one man’s actions.
But that wasn’t important to Hans Streusel. Punching the comms, he announced cockily “That, mein freunden, was a three-hundred-sixty-degree nein-scope Antimatter Blast Bridgeshot”!
Admiral Kreichtier, seated in his resplendent throne at the bridge of the invincible RNC-Gepard, marveled silently at the glory his forces had attained that day. Against impossible odds, his invading fleet of merely his personal pleasure-vessel, an escort battleship, two hardy cruisers, and a duo of Bergelmirs headed by up-and-coming-star Hans Streusel had completely defied the laws of warfare, engaging the Libertonians in their own territory! Despite being hopelessly outnumbered and purposely remaining ignorant of the enemy’s reinforcements, he and his men had triumphed through their faith in their divine Fatherland.
The twin Libertonian Carriers, six Dreadnaughts, Twin Battlecruisers, two Siege Cruisers, single picket gunboat, and four snubcraft were hopeless against the onslaught. Four Dreadnaughts, both battlecruisers, three Siege Cruisers, and one Carrier were destroyed!
“Men”. He began to announce on his fleet-wide comm-channels. “You are coming back home as a heroes”. He paused a moment, allowing the channel to fill with the cheers of the crew of his underdog vessels. Taking a satisfied breath, he finished: “Nuffsaid”.
And come back as a heroes they did. A personal parade down Neu Berlin’s streets, at the foot of the Kanzler’s Palace itself, was open to all. The highlight of the event was the public execution of Rheinland’s enemies; The severed head of known terrorist Gunther Hoerst was already being held up by the hangman as the crowd cheered uproariously. As enemy of the state Erich Klugmann walked up for his “turn”, Kanzler Rheinhardt himself stepped up to the podium, and a hush fell upon the masses. He gripped both sides, and began to speak.
“People of Rheinland. Today’s victory over those nations that seek to do us harm... Was due to nothing more than simple statistics.”
“Nothing more”. The crowd was like putty in his hands.
“Our men who were so brave proved something this day. If one must be brave...” He paused for a drink of water. “... They must be brave with facts”.
“You, Erich Klugmann of the Bundschuh, terroristic enemies of my great Federal Republic... Have less than a minute to speak your final words. This is our mercy.”
Erich, head down at the guillotine and blade hovering ominously over his head, could barely control his shaking and sweating. He began to stammer. “What happens during one in-game engagement doesn’t in any way affect what will happen in the storyline of the Discovery Mod...” His eyes, defiant and pure, made contact with sneering Admiral Kreichtier. “Nothing you did on this day will have any lasting effect, because this is only a game whose story is decided at behest of the Admins. They may alter it as they choose, and may do so in accordance to in-game events at their choosing.”
Rheinhardt waved dismissively to the headman. “Nuffsaid”.
Erich had only a second to utter half of the sentence “Long live freedom” before the blade fell.
