► Source:Sigma-15 ► Encryption:port RM-HC-R5C-RU4T-DC ► Submitter:Kaiserliche Rheinwehr, Admiral Alexander Arnold ► Recipient: Rheinwehr ► Subject: Arrival
We were evacuating the Munich system before its collapse, but our engines were damaged, and we couldn't cruise. We saw the dark matter closing in, and then—nothing, just darkness and pressure in some sort of dark limbo system between dimensions.
Weeks and months passed. As a flagship operating in Omicron Xi, we were prepared for long-term missions and this possibility—but the darkness and depression were seeping in.
For an entire ten months, we were in this dark transit, our scanners not working, and food running out. Then we found it, an exit that spat us out in Omicron Delta, where we managed to resupply at a core base.
That wasn't meant to be the end of it, though. Our jump drive, which wasn't working during the transit darkness, malfunctioned, thrusting us into another unknown system that felt alien and damaged our vessel. We scavenged what we could to stay afloat and make our engines operational again. There were so many wrecks, so many lost souls in that system. After half a year there, we finally made it and entered one of their strange anomalies that took us to...
Omicron Gamma! For months, we searched until we gave up. Our jump drive fuel depleted, and we heard the calling of the corsairs. We didn't struggle; we shared our fate, and surprisingly, they asked for money and opened a rift for us.
Once again, it took us to an unknown system.
Knowing what to do now, we rolled the dice and appeared in Sigma-15.
Over two years had passed, and for a good ten months, I underwent therapy and got ready to return to duty. My post was still ready for me, three years after I had gone missing. The Rheinwehr is loyal. At least I haven't been gone as long as our leader, Thielau!
Hochachtungsvoll,
Alexander Arnold
Admiral der Kaiserlichen Rheinwehr