The call goes out
18 Jan 2022Master Ten
Cmdr. MasterTen had been on vacation, enjoying some quality time with his family on Callisto. Sitting on a beech, watching Jupiter setting beyond the horizon with a small glass of Lavian Brandy slowly warming in his hand, his communicator began to beep at him. He didn't usually take it with him when he was on vacation. However, things had been a little too quiet back home, and he was planning on taking an extended vacation. The chances that something would happen while he was gone were likely. Seems he was right.Good day everyone ... it's been a while. But finally the awaited all-call. And it's time for the Errantry to do what it does best... other than raise obscene amounts of money for new pilots: War.
Over the holidays, Narvert was attacked. An outside faction, we believe to be LOMAC, for whatever reason pushed Narvert Purple Power Solutions into war with us, and then took over the system.
We no longer have control of Glidden, our home.
However, a second war with NPPS has just started, and we're already down a day, but that doesn't mean we can't pull it back. This is for regaining control of the system, and regaining control of our favorite spinning junkyard in the sky. I know it's been hard. There's been a lot of WTF, and a lot of general "Why bother?" Well... at least this gives us a direction, and for once, it's not RPC. We have brand new opportunities to bend metal here, knock the rust off some skills, and generally make a mess from the place where we do our best work. A little on the backfoot. We've never been great at being aggressors, but every time we counterpunch, people take notice.
Fly safe, fly smart, fly mean.
"I'm going to kill Silas," he muttered.
His wife raised an eyebrow at him from the chair to his left. "Something wrong?"
"Seems Silas has not been doing his job. He was supposed to keep an eye on things in Narvert over the holidays and let us know if anything interesting happened. Well, he failed." he said with an edge to his voice as he began to get up and brush the sand from his shorts.
"Does that mean that vacation is over?" his wife asked, with a glance to their son playing in the surf.
"Unfortunately, duty calls. Sorry love."
She gave him a quick kiss and sighed "I know. Just make sure you're back for his birthday party."
"I'll try."
He got up and headed inside to take a shower, and find where he put his flight suit. It was time.
