One Final Effort
14 Aug 2024Aeryn Airstryder
Aeryn sat alone in his office, the normally brightly lit and welcoming space, as dark as his mood, the only illumination coming from the few terminals and the occasional flare of a ship's engines docking and undocking with the carrier.Five years, five long and difficult years and led him here, and tomorrow it would finally begin;
The final battle between the 'BWSF' and the 'Marrallang Empire Pact' for control of his home.
He had tried everything to resolve their differences peacefully in the 'BWSF's' infancy, the 'Pact' however had no interest in peace, they never had, and never would.
With less than twenty four hours on the countdown, Aeryn felt numb, but also with a strange swelling of excitement and pride in the new 'BWSF':
Since the mercenary group's revival a few short weeks ago, everyone had worked and fought valiently to increase their influence across the system.
"Will this all have been worth the cost?" Aeryn mused aloud to himself.
He and the other 'Black Wolves' had lost so much when the 'Huntsman' mutiny had spread across the faction, 'Rose', 'The Yamato', 'The BWSF Star Wolf', billions of credits, all gone within a single week of infighting.
Aeryn shook his head, as if doing so would send his doubts spinning to the far corners of the office; he couldn't afford to lose focus, not now they were so close to finally reaching their goal, the finish line was in sight.
"One final effort" he whispered, steeling his resolve.