Viktor Brandt's Journal into the BDM|

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Journal Entry **/*/819 A.S.

This is the account of me, Viktor Brandt, and the events that have lead up to this day. This is to be held on New Berlin until my recruitment papers pass for the B*** d** M****************.

I was born in 788 A.S, which makes me 31 years of age. I was born and raised on Planet Hamburg under supervision of my mother, J**** Brandt. My father was heavily involved with Republican Shipping, enough to only visit home 3 times every fortnight. I have a younger brother and a sister, A**** and A***. My sister has been diagnosed with a serious cancer, so I can rarely see her and my brother works alongside my father in the Economics Division of Republican. Despite this, I have chosen a different path to that of which the Brandt Family takes.

Brandt means "fire". I find this encouraging, I am a fire. Burning, blazing fires shouldn't just sit around waiting for the next shipment to cash in. No, flames cleanse and destroy and personally, I think flames are lawful.

With this in mind, I wanted to join the Rheinwehr at a young age, but since my father declined that offer (underage and dangerous), he reserved me a spot in the defense forces of Republican at the age of 12. Despite this, my first trip wasn't taken defending transports, but used it to accept a freelancer's job of taking a hired Hawk Civilian Fighter and carting the Veteran "Hartmann Koch" from the Battleship Westfallen back to Hamburg. By this time I was 24.

Mid way through the trade lane sequence, it was abruptly cut. Unioner ships had cut the trade lane and were demanding that I eject the 'old man' and forfeit the sum of $100,000. After getting help from Herr Koch, I opened fire with the 'Flashpoint' class weaponry that had been equipped to the ship. Despite being outnumbered 3-1, I still dashed, spun and twisted their attacks until there was only a single fighter left, his hull ablaze and his shields disabled. After tractoring in his friends, I finished him off too.

The remainder of the flight went smoothly, with no more criminals to interrupt. After we had safely landed at the Military Headquarters for Hamburg, he offered me a recommendation for the Police. He said that the Military life was only for those looking for a pointless death within the stars. With a family in mind, I accepted his recommendation and was apart of the Polizei within a few weeks later (of course after managing to convince my father).

And now, at 31 years of age, I have seen the Nomad War break out at the age of 21, worked with the Polizei for 7 years and now am watching Liberty try and overpower Rheinland. The Polizei can deal with petty crinimals and databases, but now I know that I am still a fire, a fire that must burn enemies. Today, under hushed voices and secret links, I have sent my application to the B*** d** M**************** and await my fate. This is my calling, this is the ultimate way to help Rheinland.

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