Unconventional Warfare

[Corpus13]

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Bruchsal base, Frankfurt system, Rheinland space
Subject: Annika Einfalt
Sect: Die Weibe Rose
Position in Party: Aktivist
Position: Militäringenieur

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In a small hangar, where light appears only from weak lamps under the ceiling and always the strong smell of engine oil and other technical fluids, is a Rheinland military bomber. Although, about the affiliation to Rheinwehr reminds only it's model, as all military identification marks were removed and replaced with logos of the party. If we talk about the ship, then, apparently, it was in the stage of repair and re-equipment. Numerous parts of the hull were removed and different technical components could be seen inside of it.

It seemed that the hangar was empty, but suddenly a young woman appeared from the cockpit of the bomber, as young, so she could be call a girl. She took a deep breath, staring at her ship. "This ship obviously needs painting. Probably, I could try to find artists in the ranks of refugees from Nuremburg, mhm..." she whispered to herself. It seems that the pacifying, though tight atmosphere of the hangar satisfied her, while suddenly the room got painted in red colors of an emergency lamp and somewhere in the distance there was a sound of alarm. She did not even have time to react, when a loud footsteps and people's noise could be heard. Obviously, something happened at the station and all the staff got panic-stricken. Annika raised her arm with PDA on it and realized, that some kind of malware infected communication neural-net. Was this an attack from the govermental forces? Maybe another Unioners attempt to get rid of Bundschuh activity in this region? She didn't know. But she didn't want to sit here and wait. Annika grabbed her helmet, put on her head and took her plasma rifle in hands. She wasn't a soldier, but she didn't want to face the invaders with empty hands. Actually, poor girl already felt panic, but, taking a deep breath, calmed herself and moved to the corridor.

Black corridors are almost without lighting, people running in panic, apparently this attack woke up a whole hive of wasps. Evading other activists, trying not to hurt anyone with her weapon, she was heading to the hangars, as, obviously, she hoped, that there will be the source of problems. Annika decided to use old technical path and avoid bar for the sake of not be be drowned in the wave of panicking people. With every meter that separated her and the hangar, she felt more and more tension and excitement, holding the grip of her rifle tighter. Finally, she was in front of a large metal door. Having checked the visor of the helmet, she took another deep sigh and went inside.

The sight she saw horrified her. The hangar was packed with people, and in its center was a ptetty shattered freighter, the group of Rose marines and the crowd of refugees, running to this ship. And then she saw soldiers throwing grenades to this freighter. Victims among the peaceful people who tried to escape were inevitable. And then Annika lost control. She threw her rifle away and rushed ahead to stop people from heading to this ship. Boots clattered loudly on the metal floor with her, approaching Humpback, but, obviously, it was too late. The grenades exploded, turning the group of refugees into the meat in a particularly violent green blast. Annika was thrown to a corner of the hangar, feeling the horrible pain in her chest. Stunned by explosion, the last thing she saw, was a man, stunning one of marines and running away. She felt her blood flowing out of her.

Suddenly aktivist felt pretty sleepy, despite the fact of pain in her chest. Annika closed her eyes and passed out.

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