Liberation

[Tomtomrawr]

Oberst Falke was greeted by the familiar crushing into her seat as she launched out of the Osterholz and into open space, near the Hudson jump gate. Ten years in the Rheinwehr, and then thirty in the Polizei meant that she hardly noticed the forces being exerted on her body at the moment of launch. She examined her instruments like a pianoist preparing to create a masterpiece. The ejector lever was covered with dust. She never let anyone clean it, because it showed that she never had to use it in her ship. All other buttons showed active use, the thin layer of plastic covering them was gone, revealing the true nature of her ship. She could see the thin wires leading away from each button, ready to relay commands to whatever system they controlled.

She pulled her Wraith to an abrupt halt as her watched the Ragnar Class Transport pulled away from the Osterholz with the beauty of a leech detaching itself from a human limb. Its impulse engines fired up, speeding the Transport past her idle Wraith at eighty metres per second. Falke tuned into the comm. chatter, and was just in time to hear the acting Kapitans joke.

'This is your capturer speaking. We're looking at about a three hour flight through space to Vierlande. You'll be able to enjoy the beautiful views of planet Hamburg and Kiel. You won't be able to see Hannover until later on in the flight, where we will be docking with Vierlande to unload you.

'During your stay on this luxurious transport, please enjoy the complimentary food the guards will be able to feed you, due to your shackles preventing you from feeding yourself.

'We hope that you enjoy your flight with Ragnar Spaceline, and if you have any complaints please forward them to your ass.' A burst of laughter was heard before the transmission was abruptly cut off. Transport Kapitans were always so full of themselves. But they mostly brought a grin to her face.

'Convoy treasure,' Falke spoke clearly into her microphone, 'this is Escort Leader. We are formatted on you and ready to go. All escorts check in.' She waited while the nineteen other escorts checked in. Eleven Phantoms, five Mjolnirs and four Wraiths were the escort for the trip, as both the Admiral and the Inspekteur did not want to take any chances.

Once the last escort had checked in, Falke continued her hailing of the transport. 'Convoy treasure, we are ready to depart, and are formatted on you. Commence cruise charge when ready.'

There was a seconds pause before the Kapitan replied. 'Roger that Escort Leader. We hope you enjoy your flight with Ragnar Spaceline, and if you have any complaints please forward them to...' There was a seconds delay, as the Kapitan debated whether to say "your ass". Eventually he decided against it, and finished the sentence with 'the front desk.'

Falke heard the familiar charge of her cruise engines as the auto-pilot activated. She could faintly hear other pilots removing electronic devices from bags and filing some reports. Falke did something similar, with the only difference being that she was going to read a book. It was entitled "An officer and a criminal", and was a crime novel based on New Berlin. All of the characters had a fictionous origin, but they all behaved the same way as the real men and women that inspired their creation.

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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.