Second Wind

[Euca]

"VR-|Madness, you are clear for docking."

Zwickau was a cramped place, filled with deposits of food, water and oxygen. Men and women calmly strolled, usually with clipboards and pens. Kronos arrived in the Hangar and made his way to the bar for a drink. The long ride out was tiring, especially since he had to guide someone who had never been to Rheinland before.

The Metropolis slowly drifted into a mooring point, with the escorts dashing around the ship, most likely make an attempt to anger Kane. All was well.

But when a loud siren went off, repeating the words: "Alarmstufe Rot!" repeatedly while red light flooded the room, the peace seemed a tad wrecked.

Admits the new chaos, Kronos grabbed someone and spoke his most fractured, panicked German he's ever spoken.

"What does Alarmstufe Rot! mean?!" he yelled at an engineer who seemed to be stressed.

"Red alert, all hands on deck, Military fleet inbound!" With that, the station shook slightly as a Cruiser came into view of the station.

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