An Eye for an eye.

[Stoat]

The return trip to Hamburg was uneventful. The Wilde avoided interaction with the humans as best it could, clumsily deflecting any interest. It was frustrated. The switch to a new host was always unsettling, and it took time to gain the kind of control needed to pass as an officer of the Rheinwehr. It spent its time gradually regaining the kind control it had enjoyed over its pervious host. Memories directly related to the host'€™s military life were dissected in minute detail. Affectations, demeanour and accent carefully studied. By the time the liner docked at Planet Hamburg, it felt confident in its disguise.

Major Waap boarded the Stahlauge the same day. His second in command welcomed him aboard

'€œGood to have you back, mein Kapitan! Our orders await you in your ready room, sir.'€ He snapped to attention, saluting crisply, a smile just touching the edges of his lips.

Waap searched his memories. He knew he'€™d made a mistake already. Despite all the time spent ensuring his actions would be believable, insufficient attention had been paid to the humans he interacted with on board his command. He returned the salute, as he retrieved the name of the officer.

'€œIt is good to be back, '€¦'€¦Kurt. Gather the men. I will address them at 1400 hours.'€

Hauptmann Kurt Vogel turned on his heel and headed along one of the corridors. Waap headed directly for the ready room, and the orders that awaited.

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