Alexander Swift

[swift]

The months flew past on end. Time was becoming more and more elusive, he got lost in it all. Fight after fight, mission after mission, risking his life every day and getting little or nothing in return.. it most certainly wasn't an easy and rewarding task to do, but it was his duty, and he had something inside him that drove him further and further, and he could not stop. He WOULD not stop.

He had no family, no permanent home. The Rubicon was his home, and the crew, his copilots, that was his family. And it was a close family indeed.
The feeling of someone always having your back was irreplaceable to Alexander.
All this came to his mind relatively recently, he'd not even thought of it this way before, and now he realized what it was exactly, what was driving him towards the things he did.

Soon it all became merely a game to him, a daily sport, going out 'hunting' with his wingmen.
It was a dangerous hunt however, where unfortunately, he was not always the hunter, but sometimes also the prey.

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