Well... i tought that my aplication was a little too brief, i should provide more info about me.
I was born on Planet Manhattan 9th January 791 A.S. There is basicaly nothing to speak about. Pretty much common life. Elementary school, high school and university. Dad was was a trader, heh, i still remember the sound of that crate he was piloting, a Dromedary. We were not poor but not very rich either. At age of 20 i joined the navy program. I have to say that i was yong and stupid back then so...
Er... so, that was 3 year training program. Stuff like piloting, flight systems control and combat simulations. 2 years i was, well, i was a pilot but i was permited do fly only defender. 4 years ago i met this guy Michael. We were in different wings but we had common patrol routes, mostly. Ahh that was fun. Sometise we pulled some pranks at guys from other wings. Of course we were punished for that everytime. 3 years ago, we bothe got permission to fly more advanced craft, namely the Guardian very heavy fighter, Liberator advanced interceptor and the Upholder. The later was pretty funky, everyone i know called that ship either Cupholder or Lawn-dart. Well Michael and me got placed in new wing. The Band-of-idiots i mentioned earlier. I dont even know their names. The refused to tell us and they used only their code-names. They said that its for security reasons.. like if they capture them. Heh, i told the that its bull...er...yes, that simple pilots like us will most likely be killed in space or if somebody will find us, it will be most likely some rouge, junker or whoever and we will end up as slaves or dead. Now i know that it was not exactly the best idea to tell them, i got fined for breaking squad morale. Eh... i asked when our squad had any morale to begin with, again that was not exactly best thing to do. They had me clean toilets with a toothbrush for two weeks after my patrol duty.
2 years ago met my father in that old-crate-of-a-ship he was flying. I was about to buy him a new one from the money i earned. The new DSE made Cammara. He refused...ahh my old man, 65 years old he was back then.
I was flying alone on this patrol, part of some new punishment higher-up came up with for this or that, they always had problems with me. Well, dad was en-route to freeport 4 but some bad of daggers disrupted the lane. There was only 3 of them and i was flying a Guardian, piece of cake i tought and a way to show my dad whats in me.
I shouted some mean words, something like " Prepare for my atack, scum!" or something like that.
I literaly played with them. You see, old Dager is really no match for a good maintained Guardian. But something unexpected happen. My dad rammed my ship and took all three down, i was shocked...
I never known he...
He looked at me trough cockpit and said words i will never forget...
"Son, i am disapointed. Do yourself a favor and remember this. [color=#FFFF66]When you dodge and atack, you dont want to get hit. [color=#FF6600]When you take an atack protecting somebody, you dont want him to get hit. [color=#CC0000]When you atack, you kill!"
This broke something in me... I reconsidered my life as a pilot and opened my eyes to whats happening around me.
I told Michael, he told me that my father is a great man and that i am an idiot. I had to agree.
He was pretty much the only buddy i had in the navy and something in him reminded me of my father.
Sorry, i have to go now... New mission on board here in Mactan. I will stay in touch...
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