I have finally been able to find a transmitter-device capable enough to send a message to the far corners of the Omega-54 system.
It has been such a long time... I'm sure you either assumed I deserted my beloved brothers or was killed in action, but neither has happened! If you can still recall this Comrade Meisnerr, that stealth-operation in Omega-5, where our team was assigned to cut short of the vital supply lines to Cadiz Base in order to gain the upper hand in our war against the Corsairs. You remember what happened during that operation? That large, chaotic furball we ended up in, against three Corsair wings, packed with five fighters each?! You remember that my dear Comrade? Your called for tactical retreat... Well, one of us never came back, that one person was me!
As we charged up our cruise engines and set course for Ronneburg space-station my ship was hit by two Sidewinders which caused a navigation malfunction, I began rapidly spinning around until my right wing crashed into an asteroid. I can't recall what happened next, I must have been knocked unconscious from the impact.
All I remember was that I woke up in a stranger's bed and I couldn't move.
In helpless fear I thought I was captured by the Corsairs and was awaiting my brutal torture where they would attempt to squeeze out any valuable information from me until they were satisfied enough to end my life. However, my fear was answered with a wave of tranquility, for the Corsairs had apparently assumed I was dead and during my slow pod-drifting in space a smuggler had passed by and decided for some reason, which I still don't know off, tractor me in.
Here during his two-month stay at Freeport-9 before he would embark on another journey he took care of me. My body had suffered severe damage from the incident and it would take me over fifty days to fully recover. Even then my head still suffered from short-lasting headaches that comes and goes. Before it was time for the smuggler to depart, I received some credits from the earnings he made from his most recent job. The first thing on my mind was to purchase a transmitter-device with a signal strength strong enough to reach neighbor systems. This is the very transmitter-device I'm using to forward this message. All the left-over money is currently used to keep me alive.
I'm asking you Comrades, please send someone to take me home.
Take me home, and then give me the opportunity to strike another sword for the Revolution!
- Lieutenant Jesper Clauss. Forever loyal to the Red Hessian Army.