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Dark Chocolate

08-15-2025, 01:46 PM, (This post was last modified: 08-15-2025, 02:48 PM by Dark Chocolate.)

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EINGEHENDE ÜBERTRAGUNG.
ÜBERTRAGUNGSART:INTERNE KOMMUNIKATION.
ANZEIGE VON DATEN.

Ursprungspunkt: Vogtland
Verschlüsselung: STND-DHC-ENCR-001
Kanal erreicht: MX-11-ONG

DATE: 14/08/835 A.S.
FROM: Captain Lucas Oster
SUBJ: First Diamant-Kemwer Konvoi Run

REFERENZ-ID: IBMX-CCR5-AA78-DHC-DRSDN-PPMG5
ZUGRIFFSCODE DES FESTPLATTENLAUFWERKS: 0000-ABMX-9SSL-0X0C

Ja, Kameraden.. You want der report? Gut. Apologies it took a while. We needed a few falschen Rheinbier for what we've been through. Ja, It's heck of a story.

We left Freital with drei fat Grendals, stuffed mit frisch-refined diamants. Konvoi-führer Captain A. Strauss on 'Hunsruk', Zwei sisters;- 'Sigrun' under meine command and 'Gummihammer' followed. We had a Ceres-Mantis 'Belagerung' for teeth. The Red giant still trying to roast our asses, we set course to rendezvous with The Order in Omicron Delta via five jumps. Easy on paper, gut for morale and gut for wallet

We cruised through Omega-5. Old wrecks and drifting mines still floating around. We snaked through like always. Another Gunboat 'Gotha' tagged along. More firepower, Gut.

We jumped to Omega-41. Der neutron star, we meet again. All lights and pretty rings? Ja, Ja.. but eyes start boiling from all that radiation if you stare der bastard too long. We kept engines to full power, the hull straining like old beer kegs under pressure. We made it to the Omicron Theta jump hole. With no fried crew this time.

We jumped to Omicron Theta. We were joined by a Coalition Bustard '=ALF=CPC-Paris'. Nice and big to hide under. Very Gut. There had been reports of high Corsair activity in recent times, Ja. But they must have been drunk and knocked out, because we slipped through without a single "Hola". We had the guns ready anyways.

We arrive in Omicron Kappa. We've never been this far out before. Die Green Giant paints every one of those flat spiked rocks in a sick light. Der Nebula wraps the whole system like a coffin. It looked like a tunnel to hell and ja, we dived right into it. Heavy Radiation storms, der hull hummed so hard meine teeth could fall off. With half meine crew puking and der engineer in panic, we located and jumped der verdammte hole in Sector F3 before our guts were fried snacks for die Corsairs.

We somehow reach Omicron Delta. All ships fully operational, crew holding. Die Order was waiting. Black-Hulled Battleships, Gunboats, Snubcrafts and what not. Die Phoenix showed up as well. Die Order do seem to trust them enough. All in all, they had a whole dammt fleet there. An Ion strom hits us out of no where. Perks of being the Omicrons I see. Sigrun's sub-systems are shut down, but we quickly manage to quickly re-boot to full functionality.
Die Order guide us through a strange purple looking ice field, out of range from Die Core patrols. Der bustard doesn't come along though. It moors at the Freeport while we make our way to der jump hole to Omicron Minor.

Omicron Minor is just verdammte rocks again amongst green mist, thick like sauerkraut. Full of wreckages like das Omega-5 but worse. Dead system, after battles with die Nomads as they called it. They said they are fully prepared to face them if they show up. In reality, none of us was. We just didn't know it yet.
We follow Die Order through the path without scraping der paint off. They know every corner of this space.

Finally we make it to Omicron Mu. Beautiful indeed. But I don't get paid for sightseeing. Die Order take us to Planet Akabat. Their new capital following what happened in Omicron Minor.
We had a little chat with a Dragon Battlecruiser, a rare sight for us, Ja?.
We moor at der terminal, swap diamants for Kemwer tech. All sauber, all business. I like it. We get a quick fix on der dammt wires and bolts der radiation burned off, max der life support supplies and launch with high morale with das geld we made. We were eager to return back home. If we only knew, what we were about to face.

Die Order escort us through der thick rocks, wasteland and ice back to Omicron Delta. It was all quiet at first. Then we hear them. We heard der voices. Strange voices. Over the comms.? In Our head.? I couldn't tell at the time. Our engines were disrupted by what appeared to be an unknown fighter that just uncloaked. We gather around in defensive formation, ready to fight off an ambush. Little did we know, we were no match for them.

At first I thought meine eyes were drunk when we first saw them. Blue lights out in der black. Not ships. Not drones. Moving too smooth. They got closer. Große Gott, I swear on my mother's grave, They were Squids! Floating, No engines, no thrusters, just moving. Swimming through vacumn like der ozean vids. Glowing blue, patterns shifting, hypnotizing if you stare too long.

And they were big. Some of them as big as Battleships. Tentacles like freight cranes moving like snakes. And der voices. Der voices get louder. They were not on comms I was sure now. Not in ears, but inside meine head. Don't remember if I knew those words, but I somehow understood them, Whispers, screams, memories I never head, like your own thoughts were turning against you. I saw good crew freeze up, drop tools. One fell over the floor shaking, others stared at the deck like their spirits has left. All while the squids moved closer, glowed brighter. They didn't send demands. They didn't send warnings. They just,. came for us.

I had to shout mein lungs out to pull our dammt asses together. We had to survive this somehow. We form a wall, Us, Die Order and Die Phoenix. We did try to fight em off. They fired shots like some kind of electric fiery hell. And we threw everything we had at them. Cannons, mortars, missiles, railgun slugs, mines flying everywhere. It was chaotic. But the squids didn't break. They just kept coming, glowing brighter and brighter. We stood no chance. Hell, even Die Order with all their fleet couldn't hold them off.

A huge of blue beam hit Sigrun. Shields screaming and down to half, but holding. We see Order gunboats burning all around us, der fighters swat like bugs. We saw Battlecruiser 'Akhenaton' falling apart. Hull fragments drifting, Bodies tumbling out like seeds form a pod. If we stayed, any further that would be our fate. Konvoi-furher gave the order. We had to bail. We broke off through a gap, engines burning hot. We ran straight for der jump hole with counter-measures flares firing. Grendels in front. Gunboats following.

Die Order and Phoenix, they bravely stayed behind. There was no time for anything else. We ran through der radiation storms, der rocks and clouds and all. Dammt Ion storms again at the worst time, this time it was Gummihammer who immobilized. Die Gunboats cover her as she recovered quickly and cruised. We regrouped in Omicron Theta. Konvoi was together again. We ran and ran, all they way without looking back.
We received no word from the Order. They could be scrap and ash by now. We don't know for sure.

Der Voices. They had stopped. Like turning off a light. It was quiet all the way back. Too quiet. Just mich, mein breath and der ringing in meine ears.

We returned back to Vogtland. The Kemver? Ja. It is all here. Drei Grendels full and whatever die gunboats could carry.

Now listen kameraden, you hear some folks in the bar muttering about blue squids in der Omicron Delta? Don't laugh. Don't call em drunk. They are real, they are smart and they don't care bout your cargo or your credits. They just.. take you. Don't believe me? Fine. Go through Sigrun's recordings. See for yourself.

Captain Strauss sends his regards between gulps. Not everyday der ganze konvoi survives annihilation and returns with full cargo.

As for me, I'd like a few days off, without hearing das wort 'jump-hole' until Sigrun's crew is in med-bay. After that We will stick to mining operations in Dresden and Omega-11 at-least for a while. We should've better prepared for this. If at all you're planning on sending more of us into die Gott-forsaken Omicrons, we need more vessels, bigger teeth, cloaking systems on each and every frigate and der best dammt escorts we have. Otherwise, one day, it won't be just Minor that's empty.

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