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

[Claussen]

Dear diary. Today I attempted to secure passage on a Kruger transport.




It was a desperate measure. She was a rusty old scow - a nuclear fuel hauler, carrying mox to the Bretonians.

Civility and a belief in the decency of all people is a fundamental tenant of my belief in the Rheinland. Perhaps he didn't recognise me. Perhaps he did recognise me - that could have been the source of the discord.

[03.04.2020 13:56:54] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: Hey there
[03.04.2020 13:57:05] Krone.der.Linde: Claussen: "Captain."
[03.04.2020 13:57:28] Krone.der.Linde: Claussen: Good captain - where is your vessel headed?
[03.04.2020 13:57:36] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: This is Kruger business
[03.04.2020 13:57:44] Krone.der.Linde: Claussen: Of course. *pauses*
[03.04.2020 13:57:53] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: We hire also
[03.04.2020 13:58:02] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: Have a good day
[03.04.2020 13:58:02] Krone.der.Linde: Claussen: I was curious if I may be able to hire your vessel as a...
[03.04.2020 13:58:06] Krone.der.Linde: Personal conveyance.
[03.04.2020 13:58:18] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: You can be a security employe officially
[03.04.2020 13:58:36] Krone.der.Linde: Claussen: Sir. *The politician pauses, searching for the correct words.*
[03.04.2020 13:58:44] Krone.der.Linde: I am not looking for employment, but passage upon your transport.
[03.04.2020 13:58:53] Kruger|KTS-Burghaun: Not interested

Or perhaps there are regulations that govern the access of open berths upon transports carrying nuclear fuel. I will have to consult the neural codex. Although I cannot in any faith hope that my communications are not being monitored.

I must confess to... discomfort, now that the dignities of society are steadily being stripped from me. I struggle to avoid anger. Yet my plight is only a small measure of the injustice melted upon Rheinlanders without the means that I have. How capricious - how shameful, that the government to which I have devoted my adult life, would cannibalise itself so readily. I dread to think as to what the citizenry endure, under the boot.

In our guilded castles, it is easy to forget that the majority of our citizens are just like the crew of that waste scow - keeping our heads down, and trying to live, day to day, without surprises.