Unfortunately for Voss he didn't see the man in the shadows, instead he holstered the pistol after his check and than reached to his utility belt and unhooked his stun baton, normally used by the Rheinland Federal Police and gave an experimental swing, getting a feel for the weight distribution.
Linking his helmet's comm-link to Fredrick's own he performed a radio check.
"Krieg Schwein, this is Hansel, what is your status, over?"
Supervisor Davidson leaned forward in his chair with alarm as the warning message flashed on the screen in front of him.
"Bonn Station is under attack. Battleship Strausberg has opened fire against our turrets. Transports with marines have been seen heading towards several airlocks. Proceed to your nearest emergency point and stand by for further instructions. Repeat: Bonn Station is under attack..."
He adjusted his headset and keyed the comms switch. [Ageira Decks 1 through 5 only].
"The security alert has increased to Code Red. Repeat, Code Red. This is not a drill. Level One armouries are open."
Suddenly, the alert message on the main screen flickered and died. "Moresby! What's wrong with the feed?"
"Sorry, sir, they're jamming station comms. Looks like we've lost the signal from outside the station too."
"Damn it! Engage emergency protocol 42 Alpha. We are switching all floors to internal power. We can't trust anything from outside our decks... we're on our own for now."
Moresby cleared his throat nervously and walked over to the Supervisor's control console. Davidson nodded and they both inserted their Personal Data Keys into the slots on either side of a panel with a single ominously glowing yellow light.
"On my mark. Three... two... one... mark."
They turned the keys. There was a slight pause, and then the yellow light turned green.
INTERNAL REACTOR ONLINE. POWER CAPACITY AT 93%.
"Alright, seems to be stable. Get the rostered Security Chief up here on the double, and a head count from all the other managers!"
Sherman shook his head to clear the sleep before grabbing an already packed rucksack from underneath his desk. Double-damn that Bretonian for always being right, he thought fondly to himself.
McIllheney had called the escalation scenario perfectly; Davis had been with the company less than a month and had no idea how to handle affairs of this magnitude.
He stopped at the door to his small office suite overlooking the Public Relations and Foreign Affairs department to access the comms panel located thereby; one of the many benefits of being former CEO was access to just about anything he wanted, including the base announcement system.
He keyed in the command for Interspace Office-wide and heard his voice echo back at him through the speakers.
"All security officers with Delta-eight clearance, please begin a purge and burn of all sensitive and foreign documents and files located within the High Security areas. All other employees, please remain calm and seated at your desks. Thank you."
He clicked the comm off and exited his office; all five employees in his department turned to him.
"Okay everybody, every scrap of paper in the flash bags, every disk and hard drive in the microwave and then the compacter. This entire office is considered eyes-only, as I'm sure you know. We wouldn't want the BDM getting ahold of our action plans and scenario reports. And just to be sure....."
He opened the rucksack and pulled out four small chunks of plastique.
"Get to it. Rodgers, help me plant these on the mainframes."
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Frederick heard Voss contact him over the securelink and responded toggling his comm, "This is Krieg Schwein," He rolls his eyes at the code name and continues, "Just stepped out of the cargo elevator... situation nominal, making my way to CiC now. It'll be a while though, have to tread through four floors of civilians then der barracks. Over."
Frederick does another slow sweep scan of the hallway looking around for anyone who might be hiding, not that he could blame them.
While the platoon lead by Voss moved out of the hanger decks and into the station proper, the third platoon of second company was assigned the task of guard duty. While not expecting to encounter heavy resistance, the first rule in the book was to always cover your entry point. The men got to work, spreading throughout the hanger.
Fourth squad, a group of five men, was assigned duty on one of the passages running below the hanger. Pausing before the dark space, Unterscharleiter Schroeder peered down the passage. Placing a finger to his temple, he activated the night vision on his heads up display.
The passage was deserted. Very unusual of Bonn Station, but he imagined it might have something to do with the four steel shards crashing through the airlock earlier. Glancing back at his men, he motioned with a hand signal to continue down the passage once more. They started off, down into the dark corridor, planning to clear the passage, after which they would report back to platoon command.
"CLEAR!"
Felix checked the corridor leading to the secure server room once more before ducking behind the corner and pressing the detonator.
He was thouroughly unprepared for the wave of dust and hot air that roiled down the corridor, choking and blinding, and spent a good twenty seconds trying to clear his lungs before glancing back at the smoking remains of what once was a very very expensive mainframe; one of six supporting Interspace Commerce on Bonn, and the designated storage point for anything confidential.
"Nothing coming off of that. Lessee, next is..."
He pulled a clipboard from the rucksack, a single sheet of coated paper taped in place.
"The USI Liberty uplink. Can't let them have that, can we?"
He doubled checked the color code on the sheet before selecting the appropriate sized chunk from the sack.
"Poncey git, he even colored coded the damn things. Good show. Now......this way."
Sherman set off down the appropriate corridor, stopping once again at a comms panel to send another message office-wide.
"All employees are to clear their in and out boxes on the email server, and return all documents, files, and materiel to their proper stored places. Thank you."
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
A tall, burly man with shaved hair walked into the Ageira N.E.X.U.S. center, helmet under one arm and a Detroit-made rifle in the other. He was decked head to toe in combat armour that could easily be mistaken for a Liberty Navy Marine's yet there were small differences that a trained observer would identify as being very non-standard issue.
Davidson nodded. "Take a seat, Chief. Are your men in place?"
"Yeah, they're good to go."
"Alright then. I've got my fingers crossed that the Rheinlanders won't do anything stupid and won't attempt to enter our decks... but you never know." "Don't worry, we're more than ready. Detroit has given us a few tricks that the public don't know about." "Hah, I bet they did. Moresby, what's the status on the roll call?"
"The last one is just coming in now sir. We've got two missing in Sector F, one missing from Sector B, and another one missing from Sector J."
"Who are they?"
"The two from Sector F are both from families of Ageira workers... one male, one female teenager. A DSE mechanic hasn't reported in at Sec' J and... uh..."
Davidson suppressed a laugh. "Kids, and at a time like this... get the Sector Manager to do another sweep of the personal quarters, particularly the Dorms. Chief, send a team to find that mechie. Check out Gantry Beta, I heard that there was some work going on their recently."
Moresby cleared his throat again. "Ahh, Supervisor... the last guy missing... he's the local QUANTUM Project observer. His access card was last registered on the express elevator to the Interspace command center."
"Holy hell... I hope he took a gun with him today."
James Tucker had just walked out of the men's washroom when the alarms started blaring across Bonn Station. Damn it, this was too soon! He would have to figure things out on the fly, now that the station was plunged into Chaos.
He could feel powerful tremors rocking the station. Dashing down the corridor, Tucker pulled out his personal communicator.
What's this? One new message.
"Protect our assets.
Destroy anything that may compromise the project.
You know what to do.
This message will auto-erase."
The screen went dark. Tucker stopped and looked around. The corridor was empty. He reached into his jacket and drew his Detroit Compact Model 5.
He threw the communicator against the wall, cracking the casing. Thumbing the safety off, he put two quick energy bolts into the broken remains.
Tucker was about to continue on down the corridor when he heard another explosion - much closer this time. He turned arounded and headed back. Sounds like they've taken things into their own hands.
The main lights flickered and died. Emergency lights bathed the corridor with an erie red glow.
Helmut walked out of the conference room, hoping his message would still be recieved in time. He turned towards the main coordination screen, still showing several ships in the Berlin system. "Kevin?" He asked. Has LA taken over the coordination yet?"
"Ja Herr Director" Kevin answered. "They will take each ship individually and are rushing to take over. We only have 3 ships under our coordination, they've just unloaded on Berlin and will hold there for the time being."
All of the work station screens flikker and then turn black with an error message "CONNECTION FAILED, CONTACT SUPPORT". Kevin looked a the 2 big black screens and turned to Helmut. "These are not your average Rheinwehr marines, director, they are going way to fast, I remember the old procedures like clockwork. The station power will soon be cut herr Direktor, shall I switch to the emergency source?"
"Do it kevin. Lets hope for the best" Helmut responded. His assistant came out of the conference room with a notepad and said: "We where getting a message through but then the connection was cut. This is what I did get out of it".
Be advised that operations are being carried out for the safety of the people of Rheinland. This includes the seizure of Bonn Station from Interspace Commerce.
Please remain calm and return to your quarters. We ask that you please cooperate with us, and follow any orders given by Rheinwehr units. This is for your own safety and protection.
Ageira and Synth Foo
Helmut looked around, looking for the red curly hair of Frederich, he was spotted near the door. "is everyone accounted for Frederich?" Helmut asked. Frederich shook his head and responded: "We are missing Diana, she was about to come on duty and already left her appartement but I cant seem to locate her."
"Lets sit tight meine Damen und Herren, if anything happens then the board will take measures. I'm happy you've choosen to stay with me here on Bonn, I couldn't have asked for a better crew. We're stuck on this Interspace floor and I hope they don't do anything foolish" Helmut said, whilst walking to his office to grab a few bottles of schnaps to share around.
There used to be pictures here
once known as Richard Farbridge, OBE and Ronaldo Benitez
As the attack is going on, a military battleship was approached Bonn, coming from Dortmund station. As the battleship reached the Straussberg by 1 click it stopped. It's the Niflheimr, one of the best battleships of the military. The windows and the monitors on the bridge give a full picture, what's going on in Bonn station.
Major-General Hermann is standing on the middle of the bridge and watching the monitors carefully.
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