Distortion

[Wesker]

Vogtland Station Tennement B Deck-5 Vogtland Station Dresden,
04/2/ 827 AS, 16:35

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Isaak was astonished by the contrast of horrors and beauty the station brought out. It was marvelous, a city constructed to function inside a massive Planetoid - but housing some of the most dangerous individuals in all of Sirius. Criminal acts weren't unheard of, but were at a staggering low, at least the reported ones. The Army covered all aspects of "civilian regulation" as Isaak came to understand it - basically a fancy term for law enforcement.

Passing customs was simple as cake, especially on orders of the Generalmajor. So Isaak's cover - while crystal clean - was almost unnecessary entering the station, he wasn't quite fond of putting on a fake persona; but his wanting to meet his mother overwrote that tenfold. That drive he had was really hitting him now, even more than the day he first heard of who he really was. He felt as if he was closer than ever to finding out the most he would ever learn about himself, but in reality he was probably still a ways away. Beneath it all, he and Alfred knew the time wasn't right, if his mother knew who he was - Alfred would likely turn up dead and Isaak would be forced to stick close. If anyone else in the Hessian ranks found out, it would be a weakness that would invite a distorted situation for the Generalmajor. One she would silence by referring to the first outcome, more than likely.

Isaak leaned against the wall, gazing out the window and onto the skyscrapers. Above them all was one giant pillar in the center, Hessian crafts were traversing in and out of a small port extending from it. That's probably where she was staying. Alfred was busy unpacking some extra things he brought back, in the midst of doing so, Isaak's stare out the window caught his attention. I can see some her in you, you know. He said, as he continued to shift through one of his suitcases. That's what my guardian told me... I don't know if I want to believe its true. Isaak replied. Your mother doesn't determine who you are son, you've chosen a better path than she has. And from what I hear, some of those traits you carry are for the better. I saw those flight test results, haven't seen someone with those in generations. Isaak took a few deep breaths, shifting his head a little bit as his eyes rolled. They're just numbers, I probably got lucky... wait, you served?

Have I served. He imitated him with a mocking voice. Of course I bloody served! They wouldn't just send some spinless old man here with no self-discipline.

Could've fooled me. He replied jokingly and with a smile at the end.

Ahh sod off, one of you is a handful, I don't need the younger one messing with me too. Anyways, the quartermaster said she would be on Vogtland this week, she offered to tour us through the Army's main TRACEN. Isaak turned around immediately, the statement grabbing his complete attention. She's here?!

Yes, don't get too excited. Remember, if she knows who you are we're both dead.

It was going to be a long stay.

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