My Enemies?

[Jon Kippach]

I'd joined to fight them. But now I couldn't. Seeing "the other side of the coin" had it's disadvantages.

Life wasn't fair. We all make mistakes. How was I to know that joining would be my biggest mistake?

So torn, so conflicted. What to do...

[Jon Kippach]

When I first joined The Order it was for "justice, protecting the innocents", and ideals like that. But the more I fought the more I reaized that war wasn't about ideals, it's about the people that fight them. They say that 2 soldiers on opposite sides share more in common then 2 best friends. I believe that's true. Even when the soldiers are different races.

[Jon Kippach]

I've done horrible wrongs to Them. Fighting in the name of my race. Not enough justification. Just, reasons. What was I to do? I needed to take a flight to clear my head.

[Jon Kippach]

I entered Delta and there was one of them just sitting there, as if it was waiting for me. Even as I panicked and prepared for combat it looked so beautiful.

I turned to flee, I wasn't a combat pilot, what was I thinking flying by myself?


My head! oh wow, non of them had ever touched my mind before.






I slowly nodded












The keeper moved off as I shook myself out of my trance. What had just happened?

I slowly flew back to Toledo.