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Stoat · 02-10-2011, 04:33 PM,

Now deep within the Ostnebel, the two wraiths picked up a faint reading on their scanners. Two vessels, both military issue, one showing signs of heavy damage.

'Kurt! There, five clicks ahead. I think we've found what we're looking for.' The two ships dropped out of cruise. 'Two Wraiths, one out of bots and bats, and taking heavy damage. Database shows it to belong to Major Vardogr. The second Wraith is of an unknown configuration.'

'Charge your weapons, Jan. No rash moves. Keep scanning both vessels.'

'I'm getting some very weird readings from the second Wraith, Kurt. Energy spikes all over the place, organic components, unrecognised weapons signatures. Wait! Vardogr's ship is now showing no signs of damage. I'm getting exactly the same readings as from the unidentified vessel. Kurt, what the hell is going on?'

**Welcome(greetings)#..Presence(expected)overdue''¦yours#purpose'¦'¦'¦.destruction**

'Evasive manoeuvres!!' screamed Vogel. 'It's a trap! They're both Wilde!'

As the two officers broke formation, the Wilde vessels opened fire.

'Jan! Target Vardogr. There's just the two of them. If we can take one out quickly, we might get out of here.'

As the four vessels fought, the additional Wilde closed.

'Kurt, we've got more contacts incoming. I've lost contact with the last beacon, and we're being jammed. We need to run, Kurt. Now!'

'Agreed. Break and run. Good luck Jan.'

They engaged their cruise engines, expecting the Wilde to attempt to disrupt them, but the Wilde simply engaged their cruise engines as well, spreading out to cover as much space as possible. The two officers were forced back together, only one path available to them.

'We're being herded, Jan. Keep testing their coverage, try to find a way through.'

For twenty minutes they fled, attempting to evade the Wilde long enough for one of them to break free, but it was proving impossible. Then, suddenly, the clouds of the nebula cleared in front of them as they entered some kind of pocket.

'Kurt, the Wilde! They're dropping back!' shouted Frisk, a hysterical edge to the joy in his voice. 'Wait! What's that? Kurt, a station!'

Vogel looked out of his cockpit at the station ahead of them.

'That shouldn't be out here'¦'¦.. I'm getting no readings, Jan. We're still being jammed. Go evas'¦..'

The weapons systems of Darmstadt depot opened fire on the two wraiths. Before they could move, the first officers of the Rheinland Military to find the home base of the Landwirtrechtbewegung died.

Aboard the Stahlauge, Waap received the message he'd been anticipating.

**We(I)us'¦.success/termination'¦.targets>neutralised..#vicinity(matterbase)'¦.planning/execution{flawless}**

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