Bary wakes up from his rusty cabin, somewhere above the Engine Room, Newark. He slowly walks to the fridge and picks up a cool beer.
"*sip* Ahh, that's the way I revive!"
He walks slowly to a chair near the window that has a nice view of Planet Manhattan.
"Eh another day, let's read tae neuralent news. I feel so tired of last night! Ye, that whisky was too much! Or tae women!"
On the first page: unexpected events in front of Manhattan! 1 unknown organic ship helping Liberty Navy against criminals.
"Yey, organic thingy? Uhh, that "normans"? Or how that pink morons are called. That's looking more of some action. Let's get to tae bar!"
When the opens his cabin's door, he's surprised to find a dead LSF officer laying on the floor.
"Ye really took a big hole in yer hart. Leme see how I can save ye."
Bary notices a PDA in his hand, some money and a laser pistol.
"Ahh that PDA should value some money. But I'll see what are ye hiding on it, corrupt buddy."
He opens the PDA
....loading link... ID confirmed>>> Senior Officer William Brandon >> Access granted >> .... opening file ... Task Force 1-4-1 message on interest >> Zooming in.
"Ehh, whoho! What's that, am I blind or I'm just seeing an Order invitation to a party! Ehh I remember, good ol' days, shame I've been taken out of duty. Let's see what's this all about."
Bary walks to the bar. There he asks for a bottle of whisky. Then he takes his favorite seat and starts recall his memories.
" My name is Fred Bary. I've been born on 'hatten, 17 May, 769 AS. My parents weren't the best ones, dad wasn't bringing much money home and he was drinking quite much. My mom was ill of cancer soon after she born me. She died when I was 4. When I was 12, dad sent me on Richmond Academy to learn to be a big man. He was hoping there I'll have a better life, and I could help Liberty. When I made 17, I've been enrolled into the Liberty Security Force, the space exploring division. That time, Casper Orilion was the leader. When I was 29, Orilion told me that he discovered something devil, something that can threaten our species. He told me we don't have much time. It's time to pack up our good and go. In 1 hour, he managed to contact 30 more persons, then we've lost contact with everybody. Orilion managed to steal an Armored Transport and head for Alaska, Juneau Shipyard. He was one of the biggest leaders of LSF, so he could get access to one of the newest Navy prototypes, the Osiris. We went on board and powered up the engines. Liberty Navy noticed the huge prototype leaving the hangar so they intercepted us. We had to destroy 2 Dreadnoughts and 3 Liberty Siege Cruiser until the ship finally managed to engage his cloaking device. Then we went to Omicron Minor, a jump hole Orilion discovered 2 days ago in an encountered with a new alien species.
Then that great war between nations has started. I was promoted to first mate on the Osiris, after the last one got killed in a highly secure mission in Frankfurt. I took my rank seriously and I was screaming all orders Orilion was giving. That's why some boys called me Oralion, for my loudness. After some months of fights, researches and luck, we managed to drag all nomads into a wormhole and send 'em to hell. But it seems that wasn't enough. 17 years ago I went into a scouting mission with Junk'o Zane, Orilion himself and 2 more young chaps. Then, we were ambushed by a bunch of Rheinland new generation Wraith fighters and a new model of nomad: the assassin. Our Anubis fighters stand no change and we lost contact with each other. I woke up after 2 weeks of comma into a hospital somewhere in Manhattan. I didn't remembered anything at first. But then, sad life made me start drinking and I was drinking alot... after a nice party with women and lots of drinks. I think I've crossed the line that time, and I entered again in a 3 day alcoholic coma. After I was alive again, I started to remember all the things, from my birth until the moment I got shoot down. This was 1 year ago. Until then I was working on Newark, unloading things from transports, quite often, nasty things. That's how I managed to survive. Today, I saw this invitation, of a remain of Order, Taskforce 141 and combined with the latest events I guess it's time to return to duty.
Bary feel asleep on the table. A friend, Tim woke him up.
"Hey it's morning and you've already drank too much"
"Oi 'ere chap! *hic*, I've just reinvigorated myself. Now, friend I have to go."
He walks slowly, in zig zag to the bartender and asks for his Griffin passing card. The bartender, suspiciously passes it to him, only main reason being that Bary left him all his goods until his possible return. 2 LSF officers enter the bar with big noise, searching for a person that was looking all the same with Fred Bary. The officers attempt to stop him but they fail. He manages to enter his Griffin and set course for Norfolk. There, 1 Liberty Navy cruiser and 5 fighters block his way, but Bary didn't lost his flying skills at all and manages to evade the fire and run to the Alaska jump gate. He bumps some mines, but he still manages to jump. There he reaches Battleship Autumn, where he gets docking rights due to his old Order High Command identification. Here, he grabs a Nepthys, where Enrico Davids was waiting for him.
