Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer

[Traudel Habermeyer]

accessing database...

...KKS-Sprotte...

...awaiting input...

...recording

Identification: Habermeyer, Traudel

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Hasty steps lead back through that familiar maze of tight corridors littered with various sites of on-the-spot repairs, recording device struggling to get any clear imagery. A sudden stop allows it to focus more as retching can be heard, followed by vomiting. No mercy nor break granted as right after doing so the sprint continues back towards the bridge. Arriving to Kertz standing at navigations, quickly making room for Traudel. "Bring me good news, Habermeyer. I have enough bad ones." "Full... urgh... crate of... huh... synth paste and water" "...mhmhmh... my favourite... " Someone scoffs as the recorder finds its usual place near her spot, showing bridge and part of the viewport. "We are going back into the nebula. Schneider picked up two contacts moving in fast. We either lose them or lay a trap." With a confused look Traudel stares at her instruments before getting to work. "Before you say anything - i am aware Habermeyer. She simply has to endure it. You will find a course already plotted." "Ja, i noticed. Draw on the reactor is higher than it should be, output constantly diminishing. Something is not right. I cannot say how long i can keep us going." "One way to find out. Bring us back, no point in a direct confrontation in this state." The disabled freighter wreck moves out of view, being replaced by a vast nebula. "Power down all weapons aside of our faulty pulse cannon. Reroute a third of power to overcharge it, a third to shields. Cut all power to sensors on my command." "Herr Kaleun?" "If they follow they will regret it, Habermeyer. Kertz knows what he is doing. I suggest you buckle up." Clenching her jaw Traudel stares back down at her station, adjusting allocated power as instructed. Finger hovering over the console. "Fighters right behind us, sir! Closing in fast." "The hunt is yet to end. Jetzt, Habermeyer!" Command given, order executed. Once again her hand slams down. "Sensors gone, we are blind." "As we should, this is going to get bright and painful. Brace yourselves."

The feed begins to violently shake all of a sudden, even more so as the device falls down from its usual spot. The bridge's viewport gets brighter and brighter. Someone topples over as the image's quality starts to distort - then cuts out entirely.

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