Adolf Gilland

[Silverfox2112]

I tried to form up with a nearby flight of Anubis fighters that were beginning to engage the escorts. It was insane blaster fire from the fighters made space a bright place. Nomads...thats all I could think. There tactics were to hard to calculate but withstanding their ships capiblities were something completly different. 2 Order fighters blew in a fountain of debris just to the left of me as I banked to avoid the shots raining in front of my view screen. Straightening the ship back out I was face to face with 3 nomad fighters flying a straight intercept course, I opened up with my cannons, dancing from side to side to avoid the oncomming fire from my oppunites. My computer chimed, shields gone. This is it, I thought, all that work to go out like this. A scream echoed out from behind me as a multitude of blaster fired errupted. 3 Nepthys fighters had been comming in for support and drove the targets to dive and bank away from their shots. I fell in behind one of the nomads and pulled the trigger. Nomads have no shields that I've seen but their hull is impressive to say the least. Finally after exhausting my energy reserves the target exploded in a array of light. My first kill. For what seemed like an enternity the battle raged. The Nepthys fighters and the Isis finally zeroing in on the gunboats the bring the things down.

Shaking at what had taken place I landed my craft on Isis. I expected to be greeted by a hail of applause and elation, expecailly since the other 2 Talon crafts, apperantly prized members of the battlegroup had docked in behind me. There was none. The men simply got out and walked over their craft checking for damages. One of them pulled down on their wing to check the structure. The bay was..cold. These men were fighting men, used to this, dedicated. I was amazed. I got out of my Talon and looked towards the chief, the man nodded, "You got the money to fix that up lad?" The question puzzled me, "Aye, I do." He nodded once again and went to ordering his small army of engineers to start looking over the ships. I walked back to my room slowly, trying to remember everything. I flung open my door and tears filled my eyes, wasn't sorrow, it was pride. Next to the bed stood the Lt. holding a black suit, an order suit. The man looked at me and said slowly, "Are you satisfied now Gilland?" I smiled weakly, "Thank you sir, thank you so much but no." The man cocked an eyebrow and I continued, "When I first came to Omicron Minor I sent off a application to command that, application was for acceptance to Black Squadron." The Lt. smiled, handed me my uniform and walked out.