Children of the Hessians

[Wesker]

D-R-09 Vogtland Station, Dresden
3/16/825 AS, 17:38

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Always was a thrill coming back to Vogtland, jogging my bad memories and the tiny bit of good ones. At this point, even thinking about the bad memories took off the stress that had accumulated in the past few weeks. It was strange, my conscience had really been working its way back into my brain since I saw my son again, I hesitated to make the call to strike the Gwent, it gives off the impression of a bit of weakness, but I think at this point everyone understands and trusts me enough.

I don't think I was the only one either, it took us all a while to decide on a move, we knew it would likely be bad - but we simply couldn't let our only path to neutrality, and our fellow supporters vanish at the tyrannical desperation of those they sought independence from in the first place. It was a mess, everyone knew it, I knew it, I had never been needed in space for years - which meant the situation at the Kassel was really bad. After all this time I thought someone would surpass me, someone would be able to fly better. But maybe I guess I really was that once in a million year case, and I needed to prove it again.

But first there was some junk I needed to get out the air, and it seemed like my only chance at doing so effectively was still residing among us on Vogtland. The university professor was likely the only thing that could prevent total war for a lifetime. I arrived in the district where he resided, it was strange, I remembered being looked at like another face in the crowed. Shoved around, some perverts eyeing me down, others looking for a fight. Now though, I had a full detail of guards clearing the way, and some people waving flags, it should've made me angry, but it didn't. sidewalk was open with the entrance to the Army-Owned tenement where the Professor was staying. Sort of like a typical apartment getup, only well - connected to a bunch of others.

He's still here General, he's been informed of your arrival. He's a bit weary, but I suppose it could've been worse.

We're moving to a more secure location, have your men help him pack his things.

Shall I inform him of a destination?

No.

Understood, General.

I felt like I was about to step through the ground or something, this felt so weird.

I stood outside, waiting with my arms folded and about a dozen guards between me and the shuttle keeping people back and surveying the area to ensure there weren't any assassins. I was about ready to fall asleep, only the sound of officers coming in and out giving me sit-reps kept me remotely awake. I must've looked like a wreck even in my uniform, I hadn't slept in days, eating nutrient blocks to keep my physique up, my hair was sweaty and bits of it dangled over my forehead as I tried to close my eyes for a few minutes until...

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