✶✶✶ UNIONER ENCRYPTED UPLINK – UN-VF81 "ARBEITER" VERY HEAVY FIGHTER ✶✶✶
CALLSIGN: HELLION
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>>>VERBINDUNG HERGESTELLT<<<
GAMMA-ONE-THREE-PHI-'HELLION'
TO: Jan Van Hamburg, human sarsen among tanner stones. FROM: Gunn. Old friend? Maybe. Overdue friend? I'm that for sure. SUBJECT:Recriminate or castigate, take it as you will. You're alive still, that's where I'll find joy.
UN-VF81 'ARBEITER' ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ │ DESIGNATION: UN-VF81 'ARBEITER'│ │ CLASS: UNIONER VERY HEAVY FIGHTER │ │ HULL INTEGRITY: ██████████ 100% │ │ SHIELDS: ██████████ 90% │ │ POWER CORE: THORIUM MOX REACTOR │ │ ARMAMENT: 7/1x Hardpoints // 2x Missile Mount // 1x CD/T Countermeasure │ │ CREW: 1 PILOT // AUTOMATED SYSTEMS: ACTIVE│ │ CURRENT LOCATION: REDACTED│ ╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
TECHNICAL ANALYSIS
The Arbeiter is a highly modular very heavy fighter platform built entirely with domestic Rheinland technology.
Publicly, it stands as the cornerstone of the Union’s drive for independence from foreign spacecraft suppliers.
Implicitly, the Arbeiter represents a bold attempt to leapfrog both Hessian and Gas Miners Guild fighter programs.
Drawing from decades of accumulated shipbuilding talent and mechanical improvisation, the Unioners have produced a space superiority platform that reflects their unrelenting pragmatism — combining performance, molecularity, and survivability under hostile conditions.
No one wants to hear that the subject of their rancor has heard it already.
A lotta' the old front, those who stuck with it through the counter-revolution, but who didn't make the Voyage between the systems, they told me we left them behind. To them, to you, We unlucky few raised a spyglass to our eyes and sailed away. The captains abandoned ship, left the crew to drift. We stole the Union's rudder and we used it as a paddle.
I won't tell you you're wrong; that who got to run and who had to stand shouldn't be your line in the sand. I know I can't convince you, anymore than I could convince anyone else.
▌ Message body▐
"Here we are. Vierlande's still in a graveyard orbit. Vogtland's naked - Dresden's a ruin to ambition lost. There's a Kaiser on the throne adorned in the foppery of defaulted debts - debts to the working class, sure. Debts to the Unioners? Those were written off near a decade ago."
"Look at us, at all we've done."
"Forget Vierlande... or, at least, pretend you can."
"It's the silences, the after-action fracas, where you lose people. Think of all the turmoil, all the crises we've caused, then scattered running from, over all this time."
"Since the Sirene's return, alone, I've lost a lover, a comrade, a brother."
"They saw the Betriebsrat's return as a betrayal, because they'd made peace with the idea that we were never coming back."
"But that wasn't our first shed carnage, was it? Schilder. Depperschmidt. Von Ravensburg. Niska. Soma. Zelinsky. Tsingtau, Reise..."
"Mary. My god, Mary."
"James - who carried everyone, his lost comrades, on his back, with a gleam in his eye, for so long, while we were gone."
"Okay."
"Before you decide if you're going to stove my skull in with a rivet hammer..."
"You need to know this; It's not going to be as it was. We laid the frame. All of that exertion, all of that time - it wasn't for nothing, Jan."
"...There's someone you need to meet. Someone you will meet. Someone other than me who exists in the sternum-splittin' dichotomy between all that we've done, and all that we'll -still- need to do. Because there's so much left ahead of us."
"Forget ideals, forget some bald assertions about the lot of the 'Working Class', I'm talking -people-, a -person-, Jan."
"We're close now. We're close. And I, we, need you; a doyen of old. A grease-hand whose worked through it all. And I don't mean me. Not only me."
"You're going to meet her. You might not think much of one body that fell off the trade lane network, but..."
"...You're going to meet Klugmann. Because I need you, Comrade, with me, forging the future. Forging the future, but helping - her - We're both past our service lives, but we're alive again, and we have a responsibility to the Liga' to give all of ourselves, because otherwise, what's the point? Solidarity didn't end at Vierlande."
"There's a new guard stepping up. It's up to us to cede the watch. Because if we can be more than our recriminations for one Unionist, at least, we might convalesce them all."
"She's a purpose, Jan. You'll meet her at Vierlande. But this time, we're not meeting amongst ghosts, it'll be for the sake of the living."
"Hate me now, sure. But bring your best, when we rendezvous".
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