Esteban Alvarez, 75th

[Ander_K]

So, one month had passed since I've enlisted in the 75th Squadron. And I never feel any regrets on my decision, not for a moment. Lots and lots things had happened and still keep happening.
I'm flying a nimble and fragile LF. Any mistake can be fatal, thats not a thick plated BW transport, and adrenaline rush is revitalizing me, helping me feel alive again.
I've visited that blasted Gallia, vast systems populated by the strangest people I've seen. Even citizens of Kusari are more comprehensible to me. And that brigands ritual - "Grand Guilt Tin-tin" I've heard about, ugh. It's good to be back to Malta, I'd like to forget that strange culture, but they are just one system away from Alpha with an awfully extensive war fleet, so all Maltese people should be aware of this barbarians.
75th squadron is growing every day due to Comandantes Claes charisma and exceptional combat prowess. I'm lucky to get trained by Comandante, cause as I see now I'm far away from being even proficient with a LF. Fantasmi is running out of free space for new recruits and guess what will be a cure for this problem! Yesterday Comandante, Henrique, Camilla and me visited a Storta, which was kindly sold to senora Claes by 101st administration, or a ruin of a Storta I'd say. Anyway me and Camilla were able to reengage its reactors and even not to blown all ship to heavens, (Henriques paranoia can be useful at times). Maybe we'll have a house-warming party soon.
Oh, speaking of parties I've attended Camillas birthday one and half week ago. It was fun, but I've sat in the corner all evening, better this way, cause I can be quite intolerable as all Alvarezes.
So I've got a new goal. My life is going on, and I'm again eager to see what it'll bring to me next day.