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Nicole Reinhardt

Admiral of the Fleet, Cybran Battlefleet Reiter

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a character in “The Cybran Nation”, as played by Tank Emperor

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The Cybran Navy, the biggest Navy in the whole area known by the Cybrans.

Description

Race: Human
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 31/08/000190BH
Age: 45
Hair: Long, silk black hair
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Light blue
Height: 6'5''
Weight: 75 kg

Place of Residence: HDS BlΓΌcher (Dreadnought class battleship)
Place of Birth: Unavailable to this user

Relatives: Unavailable to this user
Enemies: Unknown
Allies: Cybran Nation, Waffen FS

Occupation: Admiral of the Fleet (Cybran Battlefleet Reiter)

Appearance:
(Work dress, "Dark Blues"): Dark Blue uniform with four white lace stars on her shoulder along with four white lace stars on her left breast shirt pocket. Dark Blue skirt with light tights, knee high jackboots with steel studs.
(Parade Dress, "Light Blues"): Light Blue uniform with the same appearance of stars as her work dress (see above), light blue skirt, Cybran officer parade belt, knee high, well polished jackboots.
(Off duty, "Civies"): Leather like fashion, along with high heel boots.

Fashion of Choice: Military
Weapons of Choice: Combat blade, auto pistol

Religion/Philosophy: Cybran

Sexuality: Lesbian/homosexual

So begins...

Nicole Reinhardt's Story

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Suddenly the alarms of the Ultra Dreadnought started to slowly turn around in a wide arc, the smaller groups of ships taking smaller arcs as they also went to battlestations. The crew of the HDS Resnao started shouting as they loaded the torpedo tubes and got the Wasp fighters ready.

Rooseavet snapped around, dashing back to the control room along with a mass group of Cybrans, support vessels had just been called by the Comms officer of the ship to the local BattleStation, Battlestation Tirpitz. "What's going on?!" He shouted as he glanced around before looking out the window where most of the Cybran Daiho were.

The Captain of the ship, Fleet Admiral Heinrich Wilson started to shout out orders, taking the comms control for the Wasp fighter squadrons, "Sie startete, haben wir in der Schlacht Stationen sind auf den Krieg vorzubereiten, over." (Get launched, we are at battle stations, prepare for war, over.)

As the HDS Resnao went to battle stations, a new fleet of ships appeared with a heavy Russian accent hitting the Comms, "This is the HDS Freelance, Identify yourselves."

Rooseavet swallowed before taking a different comms to the HDS Freelance, "Reinhardt. This is Supreme Commander Ingualt Rooseavet on board the HDS Resnao. We have this under control, over."

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#, as written by Zarhara
Red lights enveloped the bridge as alarms sounded. "Their taking up battle stations!"Ianto shouted over the alarms. John walked over to ship wide comms. "ALL PERSONNEL ABANDON BATTLE STATIONS STAND DOWN BUT I want damage control active." She hoped my lowering their readiness it would be an act of good faith.

She paused before looking out over the massive fleet as another one appeared. "Shit." She grumbled, "Well Were dead men anyways..." She said and then received the message. "Freelance this is Captain John Malcolm of the TOC Starwind, we come in good faith. The Talus Ordo Confederation only wishes to explore the vast reaches of this galaxy to see what other life is out here in hopes of forming diplomatic relationships." She said deciding to drop her previous lie.

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Rooseavet swallowed, taking control of all the Cybran Comms. The crew of the Resnao swallowed, finished their preparations for battle stations. "This is the Cybran Nation, we rule this galaxy. There is no point in trying to attack us. We are all battle hardened. We will escort you to the Battlestation Tirpitz. We will have to board your ship before you are allowed in Cybran National Space, over."

Reinhardt swallowed, turning in her chair towards a group of soldiers in MkIV armour, "Go, board that ship. I want reading brought back, understand?"
"Yes, Commander." The said before they turned and took off in a run towards the launch holds of the ship, to the teleporters.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Sandra listened and nodded, "We read you send a ship in to attach and we will dock with them and allow you to board." She said, and motioned of a security team to meet her down at the primary airlock. "I do want to clarify that this is an armed vessel but we will make no moves to attack." She said not wanting to take any chances before closing the comms and waiting for a reply. She turned to the comm officer. "Cut the All Clear signal, Disable it should be a discrete enough way to let command know somethings up." She said. And the officer merely nodded before cutting the hard wire to the All Clear signal. The signal ran through an encrypted coded frequency practically undetectable and meaningless to any non TOC vessels or personnel. Even with the signal down though it would still take at least 15 standard hours before the nearest fleet could respond and 10 for the nearest corvette.

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Rooseavet swallowed, slowly turning and heading towards one of the 40 flight decks. A group of guards followed closely as he wanted to see the lander launch before he went back up to the main control deck. As he got down the flight deck, the group of Cybran Super soldiers groaned, climbing up into the lander. Most were in Mk IV armor when the latest MkV armor was out for the last year. The new suits had not reached the Ultra-dreadnought due to the flight into the Milky Way.



"Everyone locked in a ready?" Came the voice of the pilot as he finished off the preflight checks.

There was a slight crunch of a packet of Groal, the Cybran version of crisps, coming through the intercomm and Sergeant Demski groaned, "Why can't we get those damn things?" He pressed the small green button on the side of his control throne in the main deck and then a sudden movement forced him against his chair. He hated the ship with a passion.

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Rooseavet quickly ran back up to the control desk, taking hold of the Cybran to Cybran Comms and opened a link to the local Battlestation, Raven Herz II. He bit down on his lips before taking the head, then opened the link to the CNG.

*Meanwhile at CNG Military and Parliamentary command*

"Sir, incoming from the HDS Resnao. Located with the Admiral of the Ritter Fleet." Came a shout from a senior non-commissioned officer as she started to type into the keyboard.

"Let me see. Does this need to go to the Emperor himself?" Replied Admiral of the Navy, Cole Headrts. He stood up, looking the the NCO blankly as his eyes narrowed. His full light blue uniform perfectly pressed and polished. His one hundred and forty three ribbons pinned neatly to his chest.

"I.. Its Rooseavet, sir. I think it will have to go to the Emperor. Will I patch it through?"

"Yes."

*Back on the lander*

The Lander slowly moved towards the vessel, beginning to move in to land, the Soldiers quickly out out their seats and raised their rifles in order to protect themselves and the ship.

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The lock doors opened, followed by the dropship doors. The squad ran out, pointing weapons at her as troopers ran past her to hunt for anything. "Move!" Demski shouted to his men before staring at her, "Get on the dropship."

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Demski spat at her, putting his weapon to her face, clearly having none of it, "Get on the Dropship. You are in Cybran Space and are in violation of the Cybran Military Space Act. You and your crew are under arrest."

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Demski spat at her again, another two troopers pointing their weapons at her as the others did the same to the rest of the Crew members of the small vessel. "You are in Cybran Nation Space."