Wilhelm Ruprecht | Personal Log

[WilhelmRuprecht]

[ W I L H E L M - R U P R E C H T ]
"Rock and stone break... but we do not."

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I D E N T I F I C A T I O N Callsigns: BWU|-Eisenfaust BWU|-Wilhelm_Ruprecht Affiliation: Bristol Constructions Role: Senior Miner / Salvage Operator Origin: Planet Hamburg, Rheinland

P H Y S I C A L - D A T A Age: 36 (Born 800 A.S.) Height: 1.80m Hair: Blond / Full Beard Eyes: Crystalline Blue Build: Heavy Labor / Muscular

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// PERSONAL LOG No. 1

They say the space is the coldest thing in Sirius. Nein. Those idiots never looked a Daumann Heavy Construction shift manager in the eye while begging for a clean air filter.

I drew my first lungful of industrial smog on Planet Hamburg back in 800 A.S. Dad worked logistics,
Ma kept the heat on, and Franz... my brother was always gonna be the soldier.
We grew up in the shadow of the shipping containers, watching the wealth of Rheinland leave orbit while we scraped rust. After the 80-Years War,
the credits dried up and the economy tanked. We were just dust on the ledger.

I ended up on the line at The Ring. Working for Daumann... it changes a man. I watched good mates die just because safety gear was "too expensive" to ship out from New Berlin.
The Suits call us "human resources," but let's be real - to Daumann, a miner is cheaper to replace than a drill bit.

Then '23 happened. Franz went 'MIA' when the Battleship Westphalia went down in Bering. That was it.
Something inside me snapped. I wasn't gonna dig another ounce of ore for the bastards treating us like cattle.
I didn't run. I just walked off the job.

Now? Now I fly for Bristol Constructions. We're staged out of Bristol Bay Station, deep in the Independent Worlds. We ain't House lapdogs.
We salvage, we mine, we build. We take the jobs the big corp cowards are too scared to touch, usually fighting the Junkers for scraps in the war-torn dark.

It’s rough out here. The Rogues are like rats in the walls, and don't expect the Navy to save your skin.
But at Bristol, when a man goes to work, he knows his brothers are watching the sensors. We put the crew first. Always.

Name's Wilhelm. I'm looking for my brother's ghost in the wreckage of Bering. Until I find his pod, I'll keep the drills spinning.
Funding the search for Franz, one rock at a time.

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STATUS: Working Class / Dissident • MEDICAL: Healthy •
MENTAL: Melancholic •