Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer

[Traudel Habermeyer]

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Identification: Habermeyer, Traudel

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A tight crew compartment comes into view, comparably sparse with little consideration for additional comfort or recreation. Traudel, tossing and turning, eventually gets up again and sits down on the side of a cot. Neither rested nor refreshed a blank stare towards the recording device follows. Other sleeping spots around her repurposed as storage, holding various crates.

"Another year. How many has it been already?" Sluggishly her gaze drifts to one side, then the other. An idle shake of her head, hair messy and all over the place. "We are stuck out here. Stuck! Captives of the nebula. Ghosts moving from field to field. Haunting others while being haunted ourselves!" Burrying her face in her hands, Traudel begins to silently sob for a while. Abruptly stopping after minutes of rocking back and forth, head jolting up and forcing a smile that fails to reach the eyes. "For von Herzsprung and the Rheinwehr. We have our orders. We have our goals. Ja, we have direction. We are not lost. We are the nebula. We do as told. Orders are orders." Breath quickening, she gets up. Walking up and down the sleeping quarters or what was left of them. Hands fidgeting nervously before grabbing nearby tools and some circuit boards from containers around the room. "Orders... are... orders. But if i cannot carry one out i must be of service another way. Worry not, my dear. I will make you better again. I will make you better, i promise." Desperation seeps into her expression, intimately intertwined with a manic undertone, as she gently caresses a random wall with the back of her hand. "... make you better. Promised."

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