As Freighter LFA-802-Z12 pulled into the Schadenfreude system and docked at a large military and commercial port station, seemingly refueling by connecting several tubes to its hull, the scanners of the station harked the void looking for any trace of enemy activity, seemingly not picking up anything.. yet.
Meanwhile the spider device slowly filled up on data, mostly just on passing commercial ships, also cartographing some patrols in the area.
Far, far away and deep underground a siren blares off three times, the sound bouncing off the rough walls hewn into black and grey stone, calling the workers off their machines and to lunch break. Whatever they are working on lays still under the watchful eyes of countless soldiers and machinery, while high up on a balcony-like scaffolding two men in uniform look down upon the project:
???: "Sie ist wunderschön, ist sie nicht?"
???: "Oh ja, ein wahres Meisterwerk, und nun schon mehr als halb fertig.. Es ist Zeit, die Wunderwaffe auf den Plan zu bringen."
Another man is ushered forwards by the second speaker, the newly arrived seems to be wearing a doctor's labcoat, black pants and boots, his stature is slim and slightly curved forwards, his hair short and neatly combed sideways. As he speaks, he pushes his round, dark glasses back up his nose, covering his ice-blue eyes:
"Guten Tag, werte Herren, es ist eine Ehre, hier zu sein, und an diesem Projekt von unglaublicher Proportion zu arbeiten. Glaubt mir, Sie werden nicht enttäuscht werden.."
He snickers slightly, his malicious-sounding voice echoing off the cavern walls.
???: "Oh, Herr Doktor, davon bin ich mir sicher. Rollt die Wunderwaffe herein!"
The large main metal doors of the chamber open, and on the train tracks laid on the ground a large object veiled by a white cover sheet is pushed inside by a train engine, countless soldiers walking beside it to secure the payload.....