Vilhelm Von Hof - Personal Logs

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►Identification: Vilhelm Von Hof

►Assets: "Voss" 90-ARKM-N45 "Wraith" Very Heavy Fighter
Rheinland Cruiser "Helgoland" - Donau Class

►Affiliation: Marinenachrichtendienst (MND)

►Status: [CLASSIFIED]

I'm in The Buro now. Somehow I made it this far. And as always, their precautions are always annoying. I've been placed as a Recruit now I have to prove I'm useful to stay so. That promotion in the interrogation room doesn't make much sense anymore, though. Sure, I can fly my ship alright. The Helgoland on the other hand can't be classified as a Buro asset. Not that I'd want so, anyway. I'm already starting to think about retirement. I've returned to Rheinland only a month or two ago, but all this...situation is tiring me out faster than anything I've encountered so far.

There is also this...Siege that's about to happen in a few hours. The crew is starting to panic. Obviously they don't want to die like this. Against their own, that is. We don't have a choice, sadly. If the Imperials win the war, the Helgoland will definitely have to make a run for it and flee. Neither the veterans, or the new ones want to serve this Rheinland Empire. I don't want that either, really.

So here I am, caught in this mess, with the only option being "Fight until you die". The Federalists have to win this one, if I want to visit New Berlin without getting shot down by my own kin. If they don't...then I don't know. I'll see if I can rush for the Omicrons again and hide there. I doubt the crew will argue over whether they want to serve the imps' or die. Getting attacked by Nomads is a way better alternative than serving a lie of an Empire. I'll see if I can requisition some replacement ships until then. Maybe if I gain enough funding and trust among the Federalist resistance, I could get my hands on a few fighters. Hell, maybe even a Gunboat or two. I miss the old days. I miss Klaus even more. He didn't have to go down with the RNC-Falke. We met as rivals and departed as friends. It doesn't matter, I guess. Speaking of the dead isn't going to bring anyone back.

I need to go. Last preparations until the final take-off have started and I haven't checked on Ben and his gunnery crew yet. Fiona had ordered a whole lot of fuel and other supplies. We'll be spending the remaining hours in space, holding defensive positions next to Fort Sommerda.

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