The logs of Linus VonClaussen, shadow-chancellor of the Rheinland Republic.

[Claussen]

But one week ago, I was celebrating with Helga over our hard-won success. I could see their faces - jubilant beyond the balcony.





How fast, turns fortunes wheel. Of course, they would attempt to pin the Unioners to me - I am the Chancellor of Hamburg, it was an obvious choice. No matter that it was my predecessor that allowed the prison to fall - no. Politics cares little for truth or accuracy. A humbling time. I must confess, I feel alarmed. Beside myself. As if every day brings its own sweating pressure. Their belief, that the Imperial party will succumb whilst the advocates attend to their courts will fall false - the party will survive and continue. We are what the people voted for.

What better way to undermine our message of order and prosperity than to make a criminal of me?



I am not sure exactly who within the Bundestag took this grievous step. The UDF delegates were certainly ruthless enough. Sitting behind a desk, with the power of the pen, they would send men to their deaths to preserve their personal power. They would hold us in a vice. I had expected that the faces across the aisle from myself were plotting my political destruction, not my arrest. So sick and poisoned has our government become.

The streets are filled with dissent and protest. Many millions clamouring for the rule of law, for peace - measured against their value in credits to a few, derilict systems of statehood that have forgotten their own memories.

I am reminded of my cousin. I was barely a man during the nomad war - and although my cage is certainly more comfortable than that which I had once been entrapped, there is a fearful familiarity to being chased by men in green, austere uniforms. Just like old times, then.



We must leave this place. Head to Berlin - secure representation, and ensure the continuity of the party. Be my course by trial, or by freedom, this needs to stand for something. We cannot allow ourselves to be silenced to protect the vicious few.