It's been four days since we arrived at New London looks like we are there for years, people are cool but dark times change them we keep getting hit by Gallia every single day no rest for my crew, my first lieutenant wounded hit by the pole of the vehicle. On his place comes a newcomer fresh meet as we say, a young boy stood in front of me and says.
Commandant my name is Philip Blix of Champagne at you service.
I was stunned a young boy new first Lieutenant?? Something was wrong veterans keep quitting and quitting, I look at him and i was thinking.
This boy gonna die he doesn't need to waste his time here i need the better one.
Another day at New London we were packing and heading out to our Outpost in the system, and you can't go unnoticed couple Gaul fighters intercept us on trade lanes, keeping busy us while their destroyer come from our back, and we got in the trap, fooled by them, luckily our distress call got to some BRF guys who was passing by.
Look's like you guys need a help?
a relief voice from the Commander of the ship. until they arrived we suffer heavy damage losing Capitaneu Valler, he didn't make it to his life pod. struck by the missile his ship blow apart and flow in space may he rest in peace.
We catch our breath moving at the outpost in the field. mourning our friends who lost there life's in this ambush, their death will not go unpunished.
