A rocky beach outside Maximilianstaad, Karelins Island, Transsuneria

"Mi Gott! Hurry. Hurry!" The taller one of the two Transsunerians looked at his watch nervously.

"It's not working!" The shorter Transsunerian desperately switched the flash light on and off.

"Jesus Christus! How can you bring a broken flash light? It's the one thing we are here for. How are the Namloose supposed to know where to land now?"

The shorter man threw the faulty flash light on the ground, smashing the glass. The taller man looked at him, too chocked to say anything.

"What a piece of junk... Don't worry. The phone will work just as fine. I think."

The shorter man turned on the flash light on his smartphone and signalled into the darkness of the night.

The plan was as just as simple as brilliant. With help from their friends from the RIM, the Purgatorium, which was the name of the secret armed wing of the Grandmaster Soormann's old party, would attack and take the small airfield and the harbour, bomb the local police office and destroy the recently constructed internet cable to the mainland. This would allow them to control the whole island and make it near impossible for the Transsunerian Police or Defence Forces to take the island back without large-scale foreign help. There wasn't much the Sedunners could do, having their mobile formations locked in battle in Reizen.

The inability of Emil Palmann and his government to act and quickly resolve the situation would miscredit the "establishment", paving the way for Soormann's party in the elections. It should also greatly miscredit the Sedunners, who would not be able to fulfil the guarantee of independence they granted Transsuneria.

Togehter with the RIM, they would be the spark to light the purifying fire that would liberate the oppressed peoples all over the world.