Galactic Rescue Squadron
03 Oct 2018NewkTV
Squadron: Galactic Rescue SquadronIdentifier: GRS
Head of Squadron: CMDR SovietDudePro (Andrew Bass)
Director of Squadron: CMDR WildWetWalrus1 (Zachary Daniel Houser)
Fleet: All Fleet Assignment. (Fleet 1,2,3, and 4)
GRS Admiral's Council: CMDR SovietDudePro (Andrew Bass) and CMDR WildWetWalrus1(Zachary Daniel Houser)
Mission: SOS/Search and Rescue, Refueling, Repair, Salvage Collection, Emergency Beacon Investigation, and Battle Damage Assessment.
The Galactic Rescue Squadron was born on 04 AUG 3303. CMDR SovietDudePro was busy fighting pirates in his home system, Rhea. His fully outfitted Anaconda, USNC Spirit of Fire was taking a beating left and right. However, these pirate kill orders were personal to him. Back in 3287, this specific militia of pirates murdered his father in cold blood... because of their crimes against his family, he was going to stay and finish off every last one of them. He recieved a message earlier from CMDR NewkTV that his special order of Hutton Mugs and Mega-Gins would be delivered to Othime later that day. CMDR SovietDudePro had celebratory plans to drink to his victorious fight with CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 later that night. He had been planning this slaughter for months and planned to succeed. After a few hull breaches and a close 2% shield system report, he decided to call CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 to join his wing. CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 was thrilled to be part of such a fight and took flight in his newly purchased Anaconda as well. As CMDR SovietDudePro murdered pirate after pirate, he soon realized that CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 was no where to be seen. He should have entered the combat zone hours ago. With his last bit of effort he destroyed the last remaining enemy ship and started heading home to Othime. Right as he jumped out of the Combat Zone he recieved an Emergency distress call from CMDR Wildwetwalrus1. Fearing the worst, he skipped making vital repairs and set off to rescue his wing mate. A few hours later, he jumped into the barren system in which CMDR Wildwetwalrus1's Anaconda lay still... floating in space alone with no sign of distress. He called his ship and CMDR WildWetWalrus1 answered his comms declaring that he had ran out of fuel! As embarrassed as CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 was, CMDR SovietDudePro brushed it aside and began servicing his Anaconda with his fuel limpets. A few minutes in the rescue mission, CMDR NewkTV jumped into visibility. He to had recieved the distress call and rushed over to help. After a quick exchange of words, the three CMDRs realized it might be a while till CMDR Wildwetwalrus1's Anaconda was fully serviced. So they all boarded the USNC Spirit of Fire and decided to break out CMDR NewkTV's delivery of Hutton Mugs and Mega-Gin. Hours passed, laughter was shared, memories of CMDR SovietDudePro's father were honored and the three drank till they ran out of that prized Mega-Gin. Curiosity struck CMDR SovietDudePro when he questioned CMDR Wildwetwalrus1 how he managed to run out of fuel. Out of his drunken stupor he mentioned that his responsibility was to fly the damn thing... not fuel it. More laughter was exchanged over that exclamation and then CMDR SovietDudePro signed the Executive order to establish the Galactic Rescue Squadron.
The Galactic Rescue Squadron was originally founded as a joke to ensure the proper refueling of CMDR Wildwetwalrus1... However, during the The Great Battle of the Formidine Rift, serious recruitment and dedication was put in action. The Galactic Rescue Squadron aided in the recovery of 1,345,000 personnel and salvaged over 3.5 Billion dollars in scrap. Today the GRS stands above the rest and answers any S.O.S. that reaches their sensors.