"One of ma first memorys as a child, was being woken up in the middle of the night and pulled out of ma home, and put onto a rusty old transport. i watched out the window for a while.... untill i was forced ta look away by the blinding glare of the nuclear explosions."
Noal sighed, then continued.
"thats about the only thing i remember from my early childhood. i suspect that you can find more people my age who share the same memory, many of them never got over it. some were blinded, some went crazy, and some of them, are like me. pilots within are ranks.... some of them older then me."
noal pauses a moment to let his words sink in.
if there is any man here who would wish the same fate upon our enemy's, the bretonian goverment.... then let me throw the first stone, 'cause we arent here ta kill millions, we're are here to win our independence."
"the corsairs can never be allowed ta do that again. ta anyone. we need ta take a stronger stand against them then we've taken recently. out efforts have slipped in the past few years, we need ta get our arse's back inta gear, and draw a new line..... "
"a line made out'a fire an' steel."
Noal glance's around the room, looking at each of the men he can see. most of whom are taller then him.
"i might not be the man ta lead you all.... i am young and inxeperienced compared ta most of you.... but i sure as hell intend ta try!
if you'll let me, that is."
Noal wipes the sweat from his face, and waits for someone else to speak.
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
