[@Deaddlife] [pre]FROM: Volodyna, Office of Foreign Relations
TO: TOS "The Voids Wrath"

Greetings from the People's Republic of Kataylabinsk. We know very little about the USSR you speak of, but we are
equally displaced from our home world and so we welcome you to dock for any services you might require in the port
you would know as Murmansk as a sign of good faith.
[/pre]

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"The Voids Wrath" had just left the White Sea when this unexpected message came in, furthering the rapidly developing habit of silence among the officers on the bridge. The communication officers and crew on the other hand were abuzz with activity. 

"Another displacement? An entire Nation from another world? Can we trust them?"

Whispers spread through the crew like machine-gun fire through paper. It took longer than it should have but silence fell over the crew as the captain took to the deck.

"Men, as you all now know we are not alone in this shifting reality. If a land as mighty as the U.S.S.R. has been displaced then the world itself might no longer be our own. But our mission shall always be the same. We will accept the invitation and dock, all hands are to be in Templar Dress."

Flying the Teutonic flag proudly, TOS "The Voids Wrath" set sail for Murmansk.