Story/Biography: Malta's endless orange fields stretch out under a grey sky, a harsh beauty that bred a hardy people. Arthur, born amidst the plains covered in a species of tall, thin, orange grass, knew no other life. His father, a seasoned Cardamine harvester, had instilled in him the rhythm of the of orange fields, the subtle shifts in the wind that whispered of impending storms. Arthur, however, was more than just a harvester.
From a young age, he displayed an uncanny awareness of his surroundings, a fierce protectiveness over his family and a natural aptitude for leadership. While other children dreamt of escaping Malta's harsh embrace, Arthur dreamt of defending it. He yearned for the roar of engines, the thrill of flight, the freedom to soar above the endless orange fields. So one day The National Council of Malta sent squadron commanders with a mission of recruiting people that can in future become pilots, one of these commanders came to the plantation where Arthur, his father, and many other people were harvesting cardamine. He needed men and women with grit, with the kind of resilience forged in the fires of ordinary life. Arthur used to fly crop dusters, so he and his friends were immediately noticed. Squadron commander spent the next hour listening to Arthurs's stories – of dodging thunderstorms, of outmaneuvering unpredictable winds. He wasn't a fighter pilot, but he had the instincts, the raw talent, so he was picked, along with some other crop dusters pilots.
The Malteese Navy, a proud force, was a beacon of hope in a sea of grass called Cardamine fields. Arthur, with his sharp mind and inherent courage, was a natural fit. He excelled in the rigorous training program, his reflexes honed by a youth spent navigating the dangerous expanses. He learned to pilot the nimble, heavily armed fighters, their sleek hulls mirroring the metallic sheen of the grass fields.
But Arthur have become more than just a skilled pilot. He possessed a rare blend of tactical acumen and unwavering loyalty. He quickly rose through the ranks, his leadership inspiring his fellow pilots. He understood the nuances of aerial combat, anticipating enemy maneuvers with chilling accuracy. In the face of overwhelming odds, Arthur never wavered, his will as powerful as a force of nature.
One day, a Corsair fleet, notorious for their ruthless tactics, descended upon Malta. The sky above the vast orange expanses erupted in a maelstrom of fire and fury. Arthur, leading a squadron of fighters, plunged into the fray. He danced through the enemy formations, his ship a whirlwind of death and destruction. He outmaneuvered his opponents, his shots finding their mark with deadly precision.
The battle raged for hours, the fate of Malta hanging in the balance. But under Arthur's unwavering command, the Malteese pilots fought with a ferocity that belied their small numbers. They inflicted heavy losses on the Corsairs, forcing them to retreat in disarray.
So now, Arthur wants to joined the Malta Hyperspace fleet, it would be a new chapter in his life. He is training relentlessly, pushing himself to his limits, mastering the intricacies of the new, experimental fighters in hope that one day he will be a part of the greatest Malteese fleet that has ever been created.
Why do you want to join us?: Always loved Outcasts and have a friend who is already a part of the HS>, btw already learning some italian phrases from your discord, so fun time already started :D
What does Cardamine mean to you?: What is love? Cardamine. So we must spread our love everywhere!
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Fighters/Bombers or Capital Vessels?: Fighters, experienced, but a bit rusty, haven't played for a while. Also trying capital ships, but for now a total noobie.
