Munich Conference of 827

[Wulthus]

- "Docking successful, Vizeadmiral, pressurisation in progress."

Friedrich ignored the announcement, and kept staring at the console. Busy man got completely lost in thoughts again, and he genuinely didn't notice his mate saying anything. A behavior vested just the day before, when he had recieved an urgent call to join the conference. Not surprising, ad there was a lot to think about.

To him and his crew, the whole world they knew was turned upside down. Few important persons flipped a swich, and overnight, the 3rd sigma fleet was forced to clush arms with their very own friends and collegues. The world they new and swore to defend was gone, and now they had to embrace the live of fugitives and vagabonds. Things are bad. Very bad even. Kameraden fleet struggles with scarcity of even the most basic of goods. The morale, while just a month ago seemed uncrushable, was now dangerously low. Unrest started to grow within the civilian population of occupied Munich. Something had to be done, and those decisions were about to be made on this one meeting, which, minute after minute, was getting closer to reality.

Finally, his yet another sprial into thoughts was interrupted by the station's docking control transmission.

- "Kamerad Vizeadmiral Friedrich Lehman? We were expecting you. Herzlisch wilkomen on-board Raubling station. Make your way to the boardroom. The conference will begin soon."