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Communication ID: <strike>Inspekteur Der Polizei</strike> Frederick Belz
RE: 892345641184185
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I am sure you are not happy to be hearing from mein self again. I am sure that if you have ze chance a while ago you would of killed me. But now I come to you not as an enemy, but as a man who has learned ze truth.
Viktor Heinz, ze bastard! Betrayed mein friendship with him for his own purposes! After ze bastard betrayed me, I did alot of digging into ze files of ze Rheinland Federal Police.
And now I realise... You were right. Mein belief has been misled. Ze bastard Viktor Heinz has lied to ze people! He has lied to me! Large funds have been "lost". I do not know where they are, mein access was revoked before I had ze chance to find out. But I know ze money is going somewhere.
I have killed many of those who believed in zis cause. I was misled. But now, now I know ze truth! I am sorry for what I have done. But the betrayal of ze man who I referred to as mein friend has opened mein eyes! I am ready to join zis cause, to try and make right what I have done wrong.
I know I shall never forgive mein self for what I have done. But I can spend ze rest of mein life trying.
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Im looking at you and I see a new future for our Vaterland. Nearly everyone can see that Rheinland isnt that what it was. Where is its glory? Where is its order? Where are the rights? The only thing I can see in Rheinland now is a devastated system with a madman in its head who send countless young people for a sure death. Can we be proud on our Vaterland? Im not.
I was born in a typical rheinland family on planet Stuttgart. I was well educated and reised to study on the New berlin University of medicine. The first years of study I was very exited to be in the middle of happening, in Berlin. But when the years of the excitement have gone, I saw things, they opened my eyes. I saw what is the real life in Rheinland. I saw friendly protest, which has been taken down by police force. In the university we had to study how to serve the Gottkanzler. I finished my studies, but I was totally sick of this regime. That is why I carefully looked for people, who have the same opinion. Once when I was talking about such things with my friends in a bar, somebody stood up and called for the police. Two police men came and wanted to arrest us for treason. But we were 4, we started a fight but they opened fire on us. I was the only one who managed to get away and flee from New berlin. Now Im hiding on a Unknown place looking for help and a safe place to be. Thats why Im contacting you, to give me a chance to rescue our Vaterland!
Comm ID: Leutnant Josef Marks
Location: Bruschal Base
RE: Recruitmant
Good evening Comrades,
I applaud both of you for waking to the cause of the people. Our work is not for one man, but many, only together may we stand against this tyrannical regime. It would appear that you have a rudimentary knowledge of our organization, but I assure you, you will learn much more in the days to come. Herr Belz, I find your particular transition of the highest interest; the Volksfront desire to learn much of the Kanzler's Gestapo. You too, Herr Boehmer, a learned man is a keen weapon to free a censored populace. You must tell me of Neu Berlin, it has been some time since I taught there.
Prepare to unlearn everything that you have ever been taught gentlemen. Every shred of censorship, of lies and propoganda that the Kanzler has ever forced at you must be ripped from your mind. You must learn first of the truth, and then how we, the Bundschuh, ardently endeavour to educate the people.
You must forgive us for waiting to respond, it takes some time to fully "check out" men of your backgrounds. From now on, we shall be in touch more closely. Await our signal, and we shall raise you from your serfdom.
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Submitter: Malcolm Arison Source: Planet Stuttgart, Public Terminal FT-34101-D Subject: FOR THE PEOPLE!
Guten Tag, fellow revolutionaries!
My name is Malcolm Arison, a 21 years old Stuttgarter, former spokesman of the Redefreiheit radio. I was born as the third child of a family conducting business and merchandise in our city, so we didn't have to worry about our living conditions at all. My grades were good during elementary and high-school and my father wanted me to attend a political school to become a lapdog of Kanzler and take a job in the Rheinland Reichstag. However, during the last year of high-school, I realized what the purpose of my existence is.
Me and my girlfriend, Natasha, accidentally stumbled upon a crowd of protesters, carrying banners of the Bundschuh with them and shouting the phrases of glory, unity and freedom on the streets of Stuttgart. One of the protesters, Max, who later became my comrade at the Redefreiheit radio, noticed me and Natasha standing idly on a sidewalk and ran to us. His words were more than enlightening, the things he described, it all opened my mind. I realized I've been a slave of the system all my life and had to free myself by force. I grabbed a banner and joined the fellow comrades at once. An hour later, the Riot police arrived and started to force the crowd into disarray with brutally beating the unarmed citizens with batons and shock prods. Max tried to resist arrest by throwing a brick at a Polizist, smashing his helmet and knocking him to the ground, but it only resulted in ten others surrounding us and beating the living soul out of me and him.
We were taken to prison. We were beaten upon our arrival, beaten in our cell, beaten before, during and after interrogation and almost beaten up before we were allowed to go. When I arrived home, I found out that my father and oldest brother were also imprisoned for reasons still unknown to me, my mother and other brother were kicked to the streets while our house was given to some high-up in the Reichstag. I couldn't make memories such as these vanish from my life. These oppressors were not only doing this to us, but all the other worksmen and workswomen around Rheinland.
I eventually looked Max up. He was a speaker of the Redefreiheit radio, a radio deemed 'illegal' by the Stuttgart government, only because it was giving the pure truth of the Kanzler's abuse over the people, encouraging the fellow laborers to resist the opression. The remnants of my family were positioned at the Radio's main building and I got membership and permission to publicize. Those years were the most wonderful ones of my life. We broadcasted all day, fueling the revolution of the working class. We spoke about true democracy, freedom without slave labor and abuse of the rich.
Yesterday, our main building was found by the Police. They rammed the building with an armored personnel carrier and opened fire at us without a warning... My mother and brother escaped, but Max and four comrades were shot by the stormtroopers. I'm now in an alley, accessing a public communication terminal. I've lost everything that I had in my life, but I don't mind as long as I could serve the good of the working class with it. However, I realized that I've been talking talking all my life with encouraging the revolution, but never actually participating in it. I would like to join the Volksfront to serve the people with arms against our oppressors. It's time to hit back. I will be on this terminal. I'll check it every day, waiting for your response.
Comm ID: Josef Marks
Location: Bruschal Base
RE: Recruitmant
Good day Comrade,
I greet your message with mixed emotions. I am certainly proud to hear of your achievements. The Radio is one of the chief tools of the revolution, and your familiarity with it's power is heartening. However, I lament the loss of Comrade Max, a finer man not to be found in the revolution. A fine man indeed, and excellent for one such as yourself to learn from.
You have learned much then. A revolution is often composed more of tears than the rancorous cheering of the mob. Should you truly become a member of the Volksfront, you must prepare yourself for the long road ahead. Victory is possible, but by no means secured. You must give yourself over entirely to the cause, to the people. You have had a good life, tinged by the imperial dictatorship of the Kanzler. Prepare to see far darker times in the future. The revolution begins in all of us! We welcome you to the formal ranks of the Bundschuh. We will be in contact with you shortly.
Rheinland is suffering from oppression at the hands of the Right. That the existing socio-political order is inherently unjust is obvious to workers, students, and all others exploited by this order. Decades of armed resistance on the left have failed to effectuate change -- indeed, the more violent our resistance, the more we lose popular support. Our comrades the Red Hessians have descended into banditry. In the eyes of the public, the Bundschuh is little different.
When one lacks the means to wage full-scale war, it is foolhardy to rely on the gun. Instead, we must harness the power of the word and propaganda of the deed. What if we substituted the radio for the turret and the cruise disruptor for the missile? We could both systematically drain the profits from the fascist economy by slowing trade to a crawl AND create an audience that will tell others that the Bundschuh are not led by bandits but rather by social reformers.
Volksfront! You stand at the vanguard of the Budschuh -- more politically aware, organized, and true to your purpose. I propose to join you. I was once a trader, using my Rheinland armored transport to fuel the system. I encountered Bundschuh, but much to my surprise they did not ask me for cargo or money. They wanted to talk. I heard of acrtivists shot down in the streets, of secret prisons for revolutionaries, and of radical students "disappeared" in the middle of night.
My path is already set. My armored transport will trade with Rheinland no more. Instead, it will house transmitters and activists. Our living conditions will be Spartan, but there is a certain irony to the term. I have left behind my name to protect those who were once close to me. Instead, call me Rosa Luxemburg, after the Spartacist heroine of so long ago. Her communism may be outmoded, but her role in the movement for social democracy may inspire others. This is a movement that needs such political symbols.
Will you call me your sister, Volksfront? Can we not cooperate in the struggle against the Right? Together, we can slow trade to a crawl and trasmit our message across the worlds of Rheinland. There is no force in the universe more powerful than a people united. Let us bring the virtues of democracy, social justice, and tolerance back to our worlds!
Yours in the struggle,
Rosa Luxemburg -- who would be proud to be known as VF)Rosa-Luxemburg
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[ Source: Bonn station ] Guten abend, herren! Mein name ist Eric Raudi, ich bin from New Berlin, from old noble family..
I'm bored of our goverment, that's maybe the main reason I want to join you.. You bring changes..*sigh*.. I don't feel anything gut towards zose 'noblesses' Daumman and Kruger... Ich hate zet stupid..em... "Gottkanzler".. I hate even to prononce it.. Rheinland had fallen into hands of despair and crimes! Wir should clear it!
First time I thought so, Ich looked to other Rheinland revolutionarees, but.. zeir methods aren't the best option for me. Ich don't respect piracy.
*cough*..well, Ich bin currently on Bonn, as Ich bin under cover right now.
Ahh, also... Ich haben small problem which you can't like much... Ich hat been Order informator for short time...
Ich bin waiting dein answer on Bonn.
Let's bring changes! Fur Revolution!
Eric out. [ Message ends ]
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From: Leo
Location: New Berlin
To: Bundschuh Rebels
Zum Gruss, meine Herren.
I gave that Data Pad to a trusted Freelancer, who should take it to the Technician on Bruchsal, so he could handle the little Baby which was brought there if other hands are supposed to touch it or whatever like that.
My lifestory is short and sweet. I lived in peace in a big house and without any family. Parents died early somewhere in the Omegas. Don't ask, i dont know any of this and since they weren't here for me i dont care what happened anyway. A stepmother has teached me and for short i were going to the academy, was going well for a half a year then they kicked me outta there, cause of dumbness you could say. So i'm not very smart you could say...and damn lazy, but funny (hopefully) and i always like to hear someone (or something) laughing.
I am now 18 and got already the Licence to fly Freighters and Light Fighter rated ships. I am here 'cause i had a little speech with a guy named Malcolm (i believe that was his name) and he tell me some rather..strange..things. You know...i'm working right now for the Police here, just to escort Traders and keep up freedom and such. I love to help the weak, that's why i wanna keep doing this. So this Malcolm said the Chancellor would be a liar and oppressor and i want to make sure if this is true. He told i shouldn't work for the Rheinland dictatorship and change the side. Today was my first day in the Police, i really like that ship and it wasn't a cheap one for it's size, believe me. Mostly he convinced me to try you was cause of the Kartoffel. Really, i hate those disgusting thing...and every day..nah. So better to choose a side who can give me a varied meal. Is there anything else you wanna know? I'm not good in job interviews. And like i said; until i haven't seen anything of the freedom you've spoken of, i won't trust this faction that much.
Just so much:
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