Metal

[Ryummel]

[font=agency fb]816 A.S.

Now that I think about this, only a couple of years had passed since a quitted that half-assed job escorting convoys across Liberty space under Ageira's banner. Okay, it's true that many people would sacrifice a lot to get a spaceship on their hands, fly it and watch the stars and bla-bla-bla. Basically the same thoughts crossed my mind the first time I took off from Los Angeles before I noticed that my job was about flying my Eagle through the dark matter clouds of Galileo and Kepler to make sure no damn Lane Hacker could bust these transports carrying the infamous Ageira white boxes.

The flying lessons -courtesy of parents' wallets- surely helped me to get this job before any punk recently retired from the Navy could take my spot, however, after figuring that those white boxes were even more valuable than the life on that one idiot Ashfield or any other escort pilot who had to take Potassium-something anti-radiation pills everyday after diving in dark matter, then I surely preferred having the Navy old guy taking my job.

So that's what I did that day, gave the one-finger salute to my boss and dropped a 'FU' bomb. Next thing I did was taking a shuttle back to Los Angeles and invited a lass I met at a bar to home. Woke up next day, she said she wanted to repeat, bla-bla-bla. I really liked how things were going, except for mom calling me everyday asking me if I found a new job. You know, I was the adventurous type, knew how to fly a spaceship though I was unable to hit an asteroid for crap. On the other hand, I wasted one year of military service doing target practice with rifle, so I thought... Liberty Navy?

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