Liberation

[Tomtomrawr]

Oberst Falke looked up from her book as they passed Kiel. She rarely had the opportunity to see Kiel, as it was close to the front lines and Polizei ships rarely patrolled that way. The grey, lifeless planet looked back at her, as if each crater was an eye.

If she had not been looking at that exact moment, she would not have seen it. The faintest of reflections of the sunlight on metal objects, before the objects moved at an angle where their surfaces were mostly facing away from the celestial body. Falke had been in the services for fourty years, and her finely trained eyes knew the difference between a chance reflection off of a satelliete and a chance reflection off of a hidden ship.

'Westfalen, Westfalen, this is Oberst Falke. I am requesting you scan the following co-ordinates.' She had only just finished her sentence when she realised her Wraiths long range communications array was being jammed. She ran a quick diagnostic program, but the results were consistant with her guess. She could almost smell the enemy pilots sweating now.

She punched one of the faded buttons to open up short range communications with the other escorts.

'Escort team, this is Escort Leader. Our long range communications are being jammed, I repeat, our long range...' She felt the sudden decelleration of the ship in her muscles, and she instinctively forced herself into the seat with all of her strength. She and the others had been formatted on the Ragnar, so the computer would automatically keep pace with the ship. If the ship were disrupted, then the escorts would compensate for that by matching the disrupted speed.

She was about to begin giving out orders to the other escorts when a strong voice boomed through the speakers. It sounded smug. 'Rheinland swine, this is Commissar-Lieutenant Commander Vicenta Gonzalez of the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army. You have something that belongs to us. Give us back Commissar-Captain Katz or we will take him by force. This is not negotiable.'

So, the SCRA was taking their beloved Commissar-Captain back by force? Not if she had anything to say about it, Falke thought. She resumed her communication with the other escorts, and added the Ragnar Kapitan to the channel.

'We do not surrender to terrorists. We will fight for the Kanzler and for Rheinland. Kapitan, that Ragnar has been fitted with the best shield we could mount, so they're not blowing your ship to pieces easily. But they may try and board you to get Katz back. Have you forces mobilise and create defensive points around the ship. Escorts, we must hold these ships off while the Ragnar has a chance to charge its cruise engines and escape.' She received several "Jawohls" in response to this.

The Coalition ships were now visable, and were moving into flanking positions arond the escorts. 'Kapitan, tell them we'd sooner surrender our strudels than surrender our prisoner and betray the Kanzler. They can try all they might, but a patriotic force is a victorious force.'

'Jawohl, Oberst,' the Kapitan replied, and began to relay the message to Gonzalez with an equally smug attitude in his voice.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.