I raised my head from my bloody pillow... I went outside and the nightmare was real. I’ve been sucked into the space-time continuum.
I saw the war. Terrific and horrifying sights of these circular Medusa’s. Or so their called.
I join the federal navy and accomplished the rank of Admiral.
Then The federation were trying to murder me soon after I made a resignation. I joined the Imperial navy to take revenge on those who tried to kill me.
Gankers were everywhere and everyone was either dead or wounded. Nowhere to hide, no one to talk to, all alone, nowhere to live, no one to be loved.
The wars out there. I soon found a squadron just right for me. The 77th Squadron. They helped me heal my forever wounds.
Every time someone is alone and no where to go they always find a place in the 77th Squadron.
Gankers were everywhere and everyone was either dead or wounded. Nowhere to hide, no one to talk to, all alone, nowhere to live, no one to be loved.
The wars out there.
Stay sharp out there Commanders and watch your backs there out there. Waiting.
Fly Dangerously but not too dangerously.

Stay strong and don’t be the ganker like I told not to be.