In the middle of the day, a man walked through the door. This was by far not an ordinary man. He had short blonde hair and eyes so blue it would make the brightest sun look dull. He was wearing a Russian uniform. One that hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Upon entering, he looked around and light a cigar. After his first drag, he noticed the person sitting behind the counter. As he put his lighter away, he walked over to confront the young lad.
Man:"Bout damn time I come to the right place." Lad:"Who are you, Sir?" Man:"I am Vladimir Spiridonov. Let me share my story with you since you seem to be the only one around here." Lad:"Uhh.....ok..."
Vladimir:"I spent the last two years looking for this place. Ive been in trouble witht he Corsairs, Outcasts, all of Rheinland, and then I was finally chased out around here by the Liberty Navy. Two years......thats how long it took to find a fellow comrade. Two long and exhausting years. Oh but thats not even the best of it. Ever hear of Sol? Of course you have. All those filthy damn lies. 'Oh there was only one survivor.' Bullcrap. How do I know? Because I came from there. Yes thats right, you heard me correctly. That one alliance guy brang false hopes to Sirius. He wanted to make sure the Alliance would believe him so he would get his payoff's and name into the History books. Well, what he didn't know was there were a few more survivors. He wouldn't of known tho, he didn't scout the area or nothing. He just left.
There were about 2 or 3 dozen other survivors. All Coalition except for about 3. What happened to those 3? C'mon use your brain. They were killed. For nearly 800 years, the Coalition survived on that godforsaken planet. Unfortunately, all the supplies ran about dry 3 years ago. In addition to that, a diesiease broke out and killed 2/3's of our population. When I took off to come here, only about 90 were still alive, and only half were almost healthy. I have come to spread the word of what those filthy Alliance did to us. All that guy had to do was send back a rescue party, and I would have been born somewhere nicer. But no, he was too damn greedy for that. He probably knew that if we were to come here, he and his fellow Alliance people would be defeated again.
Well the bad news is we wont need to go back. They are all probably dead by now and if they aren't, they would have contacted me. I always go back to my pre-defined location to check if they took one of the last 4 working ships here. *Sigh* It feels good to be somewhere even remotely like home. Well you know.....around fellow comrades. Not these Alliance folks. You know what really gets me? They came here to get away from the war, and yet everywhere I look there is some war going on. I tell ya this is absolutly....."
As Vladimir was finishing his story, he noticed the young lad had fallen asleep. He then took a drag of his cigar and put it out on the desk. Once done, he banged as hard as he could on the desk, nearly breaking it, and woke the guy up.
"Ok listen here lad, I don't care if ya heard me, but tell your boss to come meet me in the hangar. I am in the Civilian Bomber. Next time if you dont listen to me, you will find out first hand what I can do."
After he finished up, he proceeded back to his ship. Pondering what would happen next, he just hoped he could rejoin his comrades. He reached his ship and hopped in. Leaning his chair back, he light another cigar up and waited......
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