David Wayland, of the Wrath-class space craft "Dysons Avanger", reporting for duty.
Relevant history/main resond for requesting to join:
In the time before the Nomad War, I was a pilot for the Rheinland Military, in the Wrath-class space craft "Venator". But on a mission to explore one of the unknown systems, near the Omega-area, my squadren was amushed by Nomad crafts. Our weapons had almost no effect, and most of my squadren was destroyed by the blink of an eye. When it all seemed hopeless, several ships from The Red Hessian Army appered out of the nothingness of space. At first I thought that the Red Hessains had made an Alliance with these treacherous Nomads. But once again, I was wrong.
The Red Hessian suddently opend fire at the Nomads, which had a great effect because of the surprise.
But still this should prove to be a long and terroble fight.
When the fog of war had fallen, only a single Red Hessarian sabre and myself had survived, but his ship was so badly damaged so he had to eject. I tractored his escape pod and promiced him that we should make it back. Then he told me that his name was Dyson Patrick.
At the time more Nomads started to appear on the computer, we were long gone.
My heading was Rheinland to get repairs.
Two Weeks later we finaly managed it to Dresden. Here we were encountered by a Rheinland police patroll.
They notified me that the Nomad War had begun, and the need for pilots was high. I was was going to accept the offer when they suddently discovered the pilot in my cargo-hold. They gave me a warning that if I didn't turn him in to them, they would open fire. I tried to explane that this man had saved my life, but they didn't care. In the last second I engaged my cruise-engines and made a run for it, with the patroll right behind me.
Luckely my Wrath-class was much faster than the old pieces of junk they were flying.
But in the second I got out of their range, I noticed a computer failure in the cargo-hold. It appeared that their lasers had opend a tiny hole in the ship hull. The cargo-hold were loosing pressure. But before I could manage to do anything, Dyson contacted me. "Listen carefully. I was hoping this was not going to happen, but I was wrong. I am carrying an active artifact, which is the only thing keeping the nomads from calling reinforcements from another dimension. You must take it and keep it with you for all time. You'll be safe at The Red Hessain Army. Here are the cordinates for a secret base: Vogtland Space. And remember... keep the artifact on you at all time.. *korff* *korff*... Good luck..." By that went quiet.
Then I said: "If you hadn't rescued me in the Omega-area, I would be dead by now. I shall avange you mate and keep the artifact safe."
By that I renamed my Wrath-class space craft, from "Venator" to "Dysons Avanger".
Now I am waiting outside the Vortland for a response about I can join the Red Hessian Army, so I can finaly get repairs and bring Dyson Patrick's death to justice. The Nomads, The Military, The Police... all shall pay for killing the innocent pilot who saved my life, and I will also make sure this will not happen again to other pilots.
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In-game information
Name: David Wayland
Ship name: Dysons Avanger
Ship class: Wrath
Transporting: Artifacts. (if necessary)
(doesn't like to give oders, but is always ready to protect freinds and even die for them)
Hoping my name will look like this in the future: [RHA]David-Wayland :)
