Battlestation Verteidiger

Nicole Reinhardt swallowed, carefully walking down with the group of Commanders based at the Station, a few Waffen FS high ranking personnel walking with them. She fixed her beret, watching crew members of the Station as they walked by. Her steel studded clicking off the ground as she walked towards the Entrance bays of the Battle station. The dim lighting in slight disrepair but the station was over a hundred years old and had only seen combat once.

He pushed her hair out her face, watching the small ship come in as they arrived on the deck. The deck crew were smartly formed up and ready to refuel the ship, the Waffen FS guards in full Black uniform, a few of them like Black Temple Monks, hoods up.

She grunted slightly, walking down the stairs onto the flight deck, followed by the other members of the Senior Admin team. She turned to look at the overall commander of the Waffen FS based on the BattleStation, "Damn, politics."

Schaeffer nodded, pulling on his cap as he put his left bionic hand in his pocket, the skin covering real but the hand fake. He looked around at the ship before shaking his head, "Yes. These politicians that think they rule over us don't understand. We are a fighting force, one not to be dismantled for idiots to try and put back together. Yes?" His emerald eyes watching the small vessel closely. He knew he was not the one the comment was directed at but didn't care.

Rmeinhardt nodded, before she turned, putting her back to the small vessel, whispering in his ear, "I know, which is why we have this one here. If this doesn't work, we get the Emperor or the head of Parliament out here to see this. It may be old but it was still usable." She sighed before she continued, watching the deck crew behind her prepare, "This could end up in a war. I have heard from Rooseavet not too long ago. He is headed for the Casgrax. I'll try to get him out. They can not simply take our only defence in the system away and declare it a military free zone. The should take the research else where. We don't have time for this."

He nodded in reply, "Do you wish me to head back up to the control centre? I could get a section prepared." He glanced around, his icy glare watching the Black Temple Monks, 'Those things creep me out.' He swallowed before he turned and looked at her, "This better not be a waste of time."

"No. Don't, I want you here, by my side. I may be you commander but I need you with me." She sighed as she shut her eyes, turning back around before the Waffen FS Commander turned and walked towards the deck crew.


"You ready for this?" He smiled, turning at their side, watching the vessel as it slowly came through the air lock shields. He pulled on his cap, turning his watch to his men and the crew. This was in theory his battlestation, but he had to share it with the Navy, surprise, surprise.

The head of the deck crew nodded, pulling on his soft cloth hat, watching the screens and other equipment as the vessel did the floor of the deck, a small stair way coming down before the doors opened, letting the people inside get a breath of the very old recycled air. It was almost... Stale.

The DCSS Heisenberg was follow the HDS Blücher in military formation with the Wasp Fighters as they approached Battlestation Verteidiger. Hayden was sitting in his chair behind the captains chair and let out a whistle, "That's impressive as well." he said as the Station came into view.

The HDS Blücher came into dock with a huge docking system reaching out from the Battlestation. The Major crew members getting off and walked down onto the Battlestation, the Wasp fighters guiding the DCSS Heisenberg in a landing bay inside the battlestation. There was already a mass of Stormtroopers and Battlestation guard squads with all eyes on the small ship. It would fit in with ease.

Meteor has arrived, coming from Docking decks.

Meteor vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.