GNN

[Kane]

"That's the last of them!"
The last Rhinland fighter burst into a miniature sun, with a little orbit of debreis to finish the job. Admeral Kreig sat back.
"There'll be more."
The RNC Kreig, Battleship and Flagship of the Frankfurt Fleet, had been fired upon by a wing of bombers and Wraths claiming Kreig was a traitor to the state. Now that the news reports were trickling in, Kreig's face become more and more like a statue.
"There isn't anything we can do now. Head off into the Westerwald. We'll dissapear for a while..."
The great ship slowly turned, like a big dog spurned by it's master, and flead, streaming green trears as it headded into the brown nebula.

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Captain Heinrich was in a bit of a situation. He had just gotten some sleep after a wave of persistant Nomads, when the comm tech ran screaming into his cabin. He wasn't being coherent, but the faces ofhis crew told him something was terribly wrong. He proceeded to the bridge, and his first mate told him what was going on.
"Not long ago, we were getting a transmission from Rhinland Navel Command, when it suddenly cut short. No further contact was made for a good 5 hours. We waited, and then the Zones on Freeport 9 called us up. They said something had happened, and we should listen into the GNN. We did, and this is what we found..."

The chaos of the coup, in all its burning destructive glory, played out before Heinrich. He sat transfixed by the images of Rhinland ships attacking one another, captains and commanders exicuted by fireing squad on numerous planets, large debreis fields that littered Rhinland with radioactive beauty, and then the eventual invasion by the AW.

Everyone watched as Heinrich sat down in his chair, hard. The bridge was silent, save the throbbing of the Schadel's engiens. "Make no attempt to contact Rhinland." Heinrich finaly said. "We'll stay out here for as long as we need to."
"The Zoners have offered to let us stay here as long as we need to. They'll hide us and keep us around."
"We accept. Stay docked to Freeport 9. Make no contact to Rhinland or other Rhinland ships. We're effectivly deserting now."

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Kane hummed a happy little tune. He just came in with a large haul that proved more rewarding than he had thought. He left Planet Holstine, just as the Cruiser in front was blown to bits by the Rhinland Battlefleet that Kane was now staring down the gun barrels of.
"State your identification!"
"This is Large Train Transport K-39, owned by Kane Mettich. I'vejust come off Holstine with a cargo run."
The Battleship's guns never stopped targeting the Large Train as it pulled away. "Be advised, LTT K-39, the Chancellor has been assassinated, and many of the loyalists to that traitor are still abound. It would be best for you to make sure you turn in any loyalists you know. Out."
"Yeah..." Kane said as the ship finnaly entered cruise speed and shot away. "I'll get right on that..." Sometimes it's good that your only friends are your ship's computer, your pet, and a small number of cargo sargents on some bases and planets. It didn't exactly fill Kane with any joy or peace of mind.
"I think it's time to find a slightly different route, eh?"
Kane's large reptile pet, named Dogzard, nodded his head vigorusly.

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