Harry was born in Bretonia space His father John had passed away before his birth. When he was 16 he signed up for pilot training with the Bretonian Navy. He was however rejected for this training due to his "Father being from an unsuitable origins" The recruiter told him he was shown to the door.
As he turned to leave he asked "What unsuitable origins would they be?" The recruiter shuffled in his seat clearly unsure how to tell the young man who sat before him what he wanted to know. "He was Colonial." he said shortly. Meek turned shocked to look at the recruiter. Than ran from the building.
-2 years later-
He had graduated civillian flight school. He was ran from New London, when unfounded claims that he was a molly were put out. He was forced to leave for the relatively safe haven of Tau Space.
In a shady looking bar on Freeport 10 he was approached by a man he had never seen before wearing one of the strangest uniforms he had ever seen. "You would be?" Meek asked.
The strange man took a few seconds to consider his answer. "I am a reqruiter for the Colonial remnant forces." he looked at Meek although expecting him to punch him.
The recruiter sat down with Harry and ordered a drink for them both.
"First, my name is Johnny 3ppozz, i'n not really a recruiter you know, but i can spot a good pilot from miles away. Strangely enough you look just like John Meek, one of the Pegasus' best Viper pilot's, that's why i approached you. And im glad i did, its the first time ever, that i didn't even have too say what your job would be. Are you sure you know what you are signing up for?" asked Johnny.
Harry looked him straight into his eyes "I'm sure i want too fight for my heritage, what i have too do for it, i don't really care. I've been trained well in Bretonia."
Johnny pulled out some papers and gave them too Harry. "If you are ready, drop them off at the barkeeper, he knows what too do with them. I will see you around" He tapped Harry on the shoulder and walked into a dark corridor.
Harry was certain he would fly for them, it was the chance of a lifetime too show everybody he would be just as good as his father before him.
"War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage."
Meek scrathes his head as he fills in the form. Current ship: if starflier tick here. Meek begrudgingly ticks the box. Wondering if he will be accepted.
He then hands the form to the bartender who then hands him a navigation map.
"This will take you to minato. Once there speak to the bartender" Meek Looking at the information he has been given turns around and leaves the bar.
he gets to his starflier and begins to put in the commands to fly to the base Called Minato. He put the map through the de-encrypter and was shocked at what he found. He found that the Colonial Remnant currently operated as an IMG outpost. The tall young man leapt into his ship and fired up the engines setting the most roundabout course he could think of with his oxygen supply it would take him 2 days to get there.
He arrived at the base called minato. It was an IMG base of top secrecy. "Good job i paid that man to put me on good terms with IMG" he muttered to himself as he brought himself into the dock. Johnny 3ppozz was in the corner of the docking bay talking to another man he had not seen before. Meek walked over to Johnny to see what he was supposed to do next. They stopped talking as they saw him approach.
"Ah... you made it." Said Johnny. "Seems you had a problem with a few outcasts in 23?" Looking at the battered starflier before him.
"Im surprised this nugget kept it together in that junker." The other man observed. "oh yes my apologies this is Andrew Fletcher one of our lieutenants." Andrew nodded to Meek as he observed the battered starflier. "and this would be another nugget?" asked fletcher as he sat down at a table in the bar.
"Not your run of the mill nugget Berkut..." He stopped clearly thinking about what he was gonna say next. "Remember the transfer from the pegasus just before the attack?" Fletcher nodded in response to this comment.
"Yeah he was a good pilot... Meek was his name if memory serves." He looked at Meek again and Meek saw some recognition. "He looks a hell of a lot like that pilot." He observed.
Johnny nodded in response to this comment. "This would be one of his son's" he replied. "By the way we have changed your first name in hope that you will not be chased down as a molly." He paused slightly. "You are now ensign Karl Meek. Good luck in your combat training." They moved off to the launch deck leaving Meek to think about what he had just been told.
Johnny sat in his Viper hovering Minato Harbour, waiting for this "Hotshot" too figure out the Viper controls. He allways had a good laugh when they hop into their Viper's for the first time. The Wireless was filled with unsure nuggets *Where is the bloody engine start* or *How the frak do i increase power and turn!* only a very few ever noticed the manual left next too the throttle stick.
After some 10 minutes Johnny saw the docking ports opening, he finally figured it out. Next were the basics, the simplest rule of all, allways make it home alive. It took the "Hotshot" only a few minutes too adapt too the Viper's capabilities, while he was giving an air show that would make the crow sick in the stomach.
While the 2 Vipers where in the middle of training, more and more pilots started too fill the Minato air-space. All cheering for a clean and nice showdown, some even got a bit edgy and picked their own fights.
It took some wild moves, but the "Soulhunter" proved too much for Karl, he had too dock the Viper for repairs. Johnny was pleased, he sustained minor damage, but he had too work too make his own hits. It would take some time, but it seems that piloting skill can be inhereted from your parents, he proved that he could become even better then his Father.
The rest of the pilots would deal with the remainder of the training, Johnny was expected on the Hood for discussion of tactics against the Union of Gold. The situation in Dublin was allmost unbearable, the Molly's keep attacking and they recieve reinforcement from there Outcast allies. It would take the entire Odin's Chosen Viper Squad too defend the Hood from these waves and it would be satisfying too add this skilled pilot too Johnny's Squad.
"War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage."
Karl walked into the bar noticing Berkut was filthy drunk again. A few zoners had turned up with thier "special" plants. He was not bothered though. The training was tough. A lot more tougher than he expected.
"Karl" shouted 3ppozz over the din. Karl turned and he was beckoned forward. "There is someone i would like you to meet. He is one of our advanced train pilots who will be flying under your old name from now on. He knows the risks. Its to keep the bountyhunters off your tail." Before Meek could object. Johnny turned with the young man and they headed for the launch bay.
the Newly promoted LT Hotshot launched from the rubicon, a Bluntman and Sparfell formed up as they were sent to investigate possible AI activity deep inside liberty space, using his knowledge of the back roads (having done some few successful joyrides in some old starfleas through bretonia in his youth) it had given him a knowledge of several jumphole locations one, being a jumphole from Leeds where he had grown up, to the magellan system just outside liberty space, a few years back they could have jumped directly to new york from there, however the jumpgate no longer functioned for some reason.
"right fellas we be approaching the jumphole now, check that the blasted thing is phasalined i thinks before we go through." Pushing a few buttons on his command console he brought up several command menus on the dradis console, he nodded, happy that the jumphole was safe. "Right lads stop lakeing about and jump to magellan." The 2 vipers jumped away meek checking his dradis one last time, jumpes assured that they weren't followed.
The jumps through liberty space were uneventful, we were proceeding under the cover of flying out to escort one of the civillian rides in the fleet under the name o' tatran. Upon entering the capital of liberty, a Navy lad checked our flight plans, in one of those old bucket of bolt defender ships, useless they are. Upon being satisfied with the flightplan he allowed the 3 heavilly armed vipers to proceed. After checking that mini-razors were indeed legal with Norfolk Shipyard.
As we approached Manhattan Bluntman called over from my left "Liberty Cruiser! One Lifesign." Last time he had checked those things had a crew of over 200 personell. "Go to AI combat mode." he ordered flicking switches to shutdown the computers to the barebones power they were used at in possible AI situations...
