Thanks again. You have probably seen by now how much work it might become.
That's definitely about all for this week. I will stick to what most of you do and regularly write into the topic headline when the last post was. Unfortunately just noticed that the thread will rise again when an edit is made in one of the former posts. That's definitely no intention of mine. I just sometimes see errors in my older posts and try to correct them. Sorry about it.
This post will probably give you enough to read for a time. More to come in a few days.
Chapter 1
“Wow, I don’t believe it! Is that really you?!”
“You can count on that, Fregattenkapitän a.D.!”
The civilian, who had just stopped short in front of the parked car in front of the passenger terminal of the spaceport on Bretonia’s main world, shrugged. “You should not call me like that, Dale!”
“Ah, Sebastian, you are still as content as you have always been. I am really looking forward to improving my German again. It’s been long since I have practiced it for the last time.”
The Rhinelander forced a smile while he got on the left side into the car. “You are definitely the only one looking forward to it, because your Bretonian accent sounds really awful and makes it after years of learning still impossible for you to speak the language in an acceptable way.”
“Ouch!” The Bretonian on the driver’s seat tried to look really hurt, but he did not manage to do so and broke out into quiet laughter. Before he started the car, he patted his passenger’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you again, Sebastian. Was a very hard piece of work to find you. You simply disappeared.”
“I still wonder how you found me on Gas Miner Naha.”
“It was not that difficult. It’s all about privileges and the right people owing you a favour at the right time.”
“May I guess that Commodore Baxter has his contacts in the secret service as well?”
“No comment. A secret is not a secret anymore if everyone knows about it.”
“Suppose your Bretonian humour will always remain the same mystery to me as my native language will to you.”
“Maybe it will. It is not important either, is it?”
In silence the men steered out of the front window into the rain, which had been dominating New London’s climate for ages.
“Sebastian, are you really happy on the Miner? I have been told you are working for the company which is doing freight runs to Kusari and Rhineland. Flying freighters through pirate dominated space in the borderworlds is probably a thrilling adventure.” It had taken Baxter minutes to formulate the question this accurately and carefully while he moved the large car skilfully through New London’s heavy traffic.
“Did you really invite me here just to ask me that?”
The trace of pain in Bergander’s voice made Baxter look even straighter forward. So he did not notice the Rhinelander’s nervous gesture.
“I did not invite you here with the intention of just posing this question. I wanted to see my old friend again, with whom I have spent four years on Dortmund Station while the Asgard ruled and turned Sirius into a mess. I mean… just look at this!” The gesture towards a large ugly building at the right side of the road included a lot of rage, but it was also aimed at distracting the Rhinelander from this sensitive topic.
“Don’t lie to me, Dale. It has never worked. I am not one of your men from the Cardiff.”
“I wish you would be. They were all great guys and many of them are serving their house again.” Baxter was grateful for the possibility. Bergander himself had mentioned it and that was more than he had dared to hope.
“I would never call you Admiral, Dale.”
“I did not expect anything else from you. If you had become Captain as well it would not be necessary either. You would soon get the bar the same way as I did. But you chose to leave Rhineland’s Navy immediately after the end of the Asgard Regime. And that not even with a full rank, but something between Commander and Captain only the crazy Rhinelanders know about! Afterwards you disappeared and were not to be seen until now! Tell me why, Sebastian! Tell me once in honour’s name why! You traded your own command for the life of a minor pilot risking his life for a few tons of liquid oxygen!”
“I don’t fly cargo runs, Dale. You were misinformed.”
This time the short laughter of the Bretonian included no real humour, but only disagreement. “Did they make you fly cargo trains, Sebastian?”
“Hell, no!”
“Would you swear an oath?”
“I would swear it any time.” Bergander confirmed.
“This time you were the one to lie. I know you did. I do not wish to tell you how to lead your life, but I want at least to know why. Please! You owe it to me after we saved you from the Royal Arch. You owe it Captain Brown. You also owe it each of the men and women who served under your command!”
“There is no command of mine, Dale.”
“Oh sure… guess we all dreamt this little tiny war then, which Rhineland started about seven years ago. Did we dream the Hessen? Did we also dream the Asgard and our imprisonment on Dortmund Station? Did we dream billions of dead people after they launched a bombardment over New Tokyo? Do you really want to deny all that, Sebastian? Do you want to deny what Henning Sorsa and Will Reaburn have done for you?!”
“I don’t deny anything for Christ’s sake! Leave Henning and Will out of that one! Leave me alone!”
“There is no need to shout at me.” Baxter steered the car onto a public parking lot and paid the fees. After he had turned the motor off, he turned towards Bergander. “I thought you were lying to me, but I see that you are actually betraying yourself. The foolish argument between Will and you is not my problem, but did you ever visit the Lieutenant on Hamburg? I have been there. Henning asked me about you and Will. He made an inquiry right after the rebellion. He had a very rough time after they found out he served on your ship Hessen and later on Will’s Rügen. Only the fact that he is an invalid prevented the Asgard from jailing him. So now tell me how you thanked him for saving your life! You haven’t visited him once while he worries and makes inquiries about the place where your remains are buried! Will got an excuse, because he is again in service and hell knows where Liberty has sent him, but he exchanged letters with Henning! You could have flown to Hamburg any time! Your behavior is a shame and definitely not anything the Sebastian Bergander I used know, would do!”
“What do you expect me to do now? Fall down on my knees and beg your forgiveness?”
“Would definitely be a start, although I am not the one you should beg it from. Henning would be a start and maybe you should try to get in touch with Will.”
“Never!”
“Never is a strong word. So you are not going to visit Henning Sorsa either? I would have thought higher of you.”
“I see. You have called me and asked me to come so that you can let lose this morale sermon?”
“I already explained to you why you are here. These things are just something true friends would talk about. Everyone is able to see that you are not happy with yourself and your life. You are a mere shadow of what you have been years ago. I want you to realize that fact if you have not yet done so.”
“Would you please take me back to the spaceport?”
“Of course if you wish, but running away is no solution. It has never been.”
“Do it. I don’t think New London is a fit place for me to stay.”
“If you think so. Robert Hill really looked forward to meeting you again, but I guess that does not matter for you either.” Baxter seemed disappointed, but he immediately followed the request and took the car back into the opposite direction.
After a long silence Bergander replied: “It does matter, Dale. But can’t you understand that I am not ready for it yet?”
This time it was the Bretonian who had to pause a short while after this honest remark, which had been made with a very low voice. “I can, Sebastian. Of course I can, but hiding is not a solution. Please visit at least Henning. It might help you too and it is very important to him. And if I were you I would not mention your job on Gas Miner Naha. He would worry too much about you. Just like I do. I think even Will would not wish your death. Especially he would not. You hurt him very much.”
“You have been talking to him? Did any of you ever think about him hurting me?”
“No! Heck, I don’t want to fall into your back! You and Will are both my friends. We exchanged a few letters months ago and that’s it. Really! I don’t even know on which ship he currently serves and we certainly did not write anything about you!”
The first spaceport terminal came in sight. Bergander was relieved. “Can you drop me here?”
“The departure terminal is at the opposite side of the spaceport. Do you really want to get out here?”
“A little walk in the rain won’t kill me. I am not made of sugar. It’s been months since I have felt rain on my skin for the last time.”
Baxter stopped. “If you mean.”
“Thank you, Dale.” Bergander was really happy to get out of the car.
“For what?”
“I don’t know. For caring maybe.” Before the Bretonian could reply anything, the Rhinelander had closed the door and disappeared in the mass in front of the terminal.
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“Mister Bergander?” The station administrator came towards the place where Sebastian Bergander was working below the belly of a large cargo train, which was just unloaded and prepared for the next flight.
“The ship is going to be ready in about an hour, Mister Hishiro.”
“I suppose it is, but this is not going to be done by you. Graham is going to finish your work. Get out of there and wash your hands. I expect you in my office in about ten minutes.”
As Bergander got out, Hishiro had already left. His colleague John Graham gave him a dirty rag to wipe his hands, which were black from oil. “Much left of it?”
“Nope almost gone. Not so sure about the leak. You got to take care of it.”
“Will do.”
Bergander held the man back as Graham wanted to get down to the opening where the Rhinelander had just gotten out. “Any clue what this is about?”
“You mean whether he is about to fire you?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean. I thought it would be okay for me to take a short holiday.”
“Hey, I don’t think he will fire you. Anyone else, yeah, but not you. You’ve been working like a berserk since you came here. You deserved those days and everybody wondered why you came back after two days. Maybe he wants to give you some kind of award. Or some days off again. You could fly and visit the Luxury Liner Hawaii in Sigma-19. Heard one of the deliveries is for it and it is really worth it. Others pay a ****load of money to see the Hawaii once in their life from inside. You could certainly stay one day and enjoy the time there. Bet the boss would let you go any time. Especially since you returned last week earlier than you should have.” The colleague disappeared below the freighter.
Shaking his head, Bergander made off to the office. Not without stopping at one of the numerous washrooms on the way. Gas Miner Naha had a very filthy hangar deck and its crew might also not consist of the most clean guys, but it was not a bad place after all. The time on Freeport 9 during the great war had been worse.
He knocked on the office door and waited for the call: “Come in!” before he entered the room.
“Ah! There you are. Take a seat.”
The man’s face expressed regret. An expression, he neither liked, nor ever wanted to see. He already knew what to expect.
“Mister Bergander, I regret that I have to tell you that we cannot keep you here. We just received an urgent radio transmission.”
Hishiro handed him a sheet of paper. Even the sender’s identification made everything inside him cry out. Naval Command, Rhineland Military, Oder Shipyard, New Berlin System.
With definite certainty he knew what the letter included. It was the last thing he wanted in his life.
“You should read it.”
“No need.” Bergander tore the sheet into pieces and crumbled them to a ball-shaped object.
“You know that I am not able to further employ you.”
“Why? Sigma-13 belongs to the border worlds. It is illegal to…”
“Mister Bergander, I know the facts. You are citizen of the house Rhineland. You are reserve officer. They have any right in the world to call you back into service. This system belongs to the border worlds, all right, but this station belongs to the Gas Miners Guild, which is registered in Kusari. Consider yourself as being in Kusari space. Kusari got a contract with Rhineland, same as with all the other houses. What matters for me is that Kusari has therefore to do everything to assure that the transfer to the Rhineland authority happens as requested. They send a ship, you are going to board it. If you don’t go voluntarily, we have to use other means, because you would be regarded to be a deserter. I am not sure whether you wish to be treated like a criminal.”
The threat was clear. He had no choice but to give in. “When does the shuttle arrive?”
“In about two or three hours. Please don’t look at me as if I would like to eat you alive. Maybe they just want to see you for the final dismissal. Send a message and come back with the next of our freighters that goes into this system. You are very welcome here. We regularly have incoming freighters from the Rhineland systems.”
“The Rhineland military doesn’t send freighters for delivering dismissal letters. They send freighters for transporting officers.”
Hishiro had apparently enough of the talk arose from his seat. “You will see. Good luck in any case. As far as I know they cannot keep you in forever. Maybe an emergency occurred. They might really need you. At least there is no other war in sight. And it has one advantage. As far as I read in your personal file, your rank was Commander. The payment for a high ranking officer is probably even in Rhineland loads better than the money you earn for flying and repairing our freighters. Try to see it positively. If you ever need a job again, you can come back anytime.”
“Thanks, Mister Hishiro.” Bergander turned around and left the office.
Outside he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Why didn’t they understand that he quit the military because he could not carry on just like before the war? He felt burned out. Maybe it was the best thing to tell the officers on the Oder Shipyard exactly about that.
Edited by - [WPIcefox on 2/8/2006 3:55:08 PM