::Incoming Transmission::
ID: Lambda Theta Ksy 10513724517 Pi Ro Tau
Name: Mark Holston
Source: Vogtland Base - Dresden
Siriuswide people begin their morning with coffee, but there is nothing better to begin one's day with a revolution. (Mark Holston)
Long time has passed since my last visit to the biggest planet of Frankfurt system. I still remember the old days my parents told me stories of how our life is great and peaceful. When I grew up, those words sounded not more than myths for me. There was no peace since slipper ships moved to Sirius sector, there wasn't any peace before. Everything I heared about our brave and mighty land, our unrivaled goverment at school, university, news, collegues was a lie...
I'm 22, born near Frankfurt's orbit in a freighter-class ship "Armored Transport" which was carrying passangers to a military hospital in 821 A.S.. At the age of 5 I started going to school and received a basic knowledge of mathematics, physics, chemestry, geography, astronomy, history (our goverment's edition), Biology, labour, German and English as a secondary language. The next step to my pilot's carrer was Frankfurt's Aviation University, which I graduated with honours.
At the age of 20 I worked for myself as a courier. Some time has passed and I was hired as an escort fighter pilot to make sure transports deliver their cargo safely.
Once I received a minor contract for the mining station with a special order mark. A group of fighters was intended to escort a convoy, which had a route layed through Omega systems, and defend it from a threat of Corsair ships, that were active for several weeks there. In the middle of our route we have been attacked by several corsair raid wings. In the first ten minutes of combat three of our fighter ships were disabled. Some rookies were supposed to earn some money but lost more than just a ship, fortunatley they were picked up by our pilots during a dogfight. A transport and four fighters were able to break the blockade and dissapear, leaving a wing of aliied fighters far behind on the Corsair's lunch.
Fortunately a group of Red Hessian ships appeared on radars. Alongside we destroyed half of raiders, the other half escaped with one's tail between the legs. A fight was over. I was seething with emotions overhelmed me. I couldn't believe we were left as food for vultures. That was the moment to analyze and make a critical decision. To achieve great things you have to lose everything. Hessian Pilots switched to local frequency and proposed us to escort us to the nearest freeport, or to join the revolutionaries. That was the best option to begin a life with a new goal for something proper and unfeigned. We can not be sure that we have something to live for, until we are ready to give their lives for it. I accepted their proposal.
I feel the true revolutionary inside me, and The true revolutionary is driven by a great love. It is impossible to imagine the true revolutionary does not experience this feeling... For motherland!
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