Tides of Change

[Tommeh]

Sudden influx of damaged fighters around Toledo surface landing pads rushed everyone to their working places,
additional shifts were raised just to keep up with removing and repairing damaged vessels so new ones could have somewhere to land...
No questions were asked, what happened, where....
Everyone knew...Order was engaged in yet another massive battle, this time it was the Liberty Navy,
dozens of fighter squadrons marched in Minor, breaking any nearby fighter defenses who were caught unprepared...several bomber wings made a swift clean on more then 5,6 Order capitals who got caught in cross fire, including one carrier, battle was long and hard, Order took yet another heavy punch.
How long will we be able to hold on like this.... Were the main thoughts messing around Commodore Taggart's mind. He lost full fighter squadron plus 2 hathors today....only 3 pods recovered...

What is Navy becoming? Another selfish bloody Bounty Hunters and their Core buddies? On top of all the Core warships raiding Minor, Wild raging in Omegas and Rheinland, we are expected to fight darn Navy?!Arghh- Aaron raged while leaving landing pads, where he crash landed with his nephtys, kicking all kinds of junk pieces around....
His Bretonian manners were gone, only pure Molly left, swearing like never before he couldn't keep it for himself anymore...

He made his way to the only place where he will seek comfort...the bar...old habit which was sometimes the only bright point in his life...

He rammed in the bar, still carrying his helmet, then throwing it on one of the tables, and yelled:
Bring me full bottle of anything...I am in that mood today!
Bartender sent one waiter with bottle, knewing Commodore had a rought day, and needs something to relax, all the pilots in bar stoped drinking for a second...then continued...Aaron was not the first nor last person with such day. All the pilots here are convicted to same destiny.

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