A Commander Friend: From Salvage to Squadron?
07 Jul 2022Rhaazerus
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CMDR Rhaazerus Orzhov
CMDR Log - #024
Star Date - July 6th 3308
System: Aulin
Planet: Nirvana (orbit)
Location: Aulin Enterprise Starport
After the Golconda took off, I settled back in Sol for a couple weeks.
I wasn't doing much of nothin' so I headed over to some debris fields in another system.
Still nothing . . . scrap was scarce and nothing but a whole lot of junk.
That's when I got the message from Commander Mors . . .
Commander Dominus Autem Mors, a good buddy of mine I've known for a while now.
He's been working with a squadron under Commander Deluvian.
"THE Deluvian"? I asked him. The same Commander Deluvian who took off into the Void to try and reach the furthest recorded distance from Sol.
I remember reading some Galnet article about the Fuel Rats planning for days to reach him out there.
Man, talk about being in the void, that must have driven him into space madness.
He's got quite the impressive track record, and a crazy looking guy at that. He's definitely seen some things.
I asked Commander Mors what a squadron commander like himself wants with a stray-dog scrapper like me;
He seems to think I can be useful to their cause.
Though in truth, I think he only won me over with the opportunity to make some good credits under a squadron.
A squadron . . . I've, never been a part of any kinda regulated organization before.
It's . . . it's out of character for me.
I entertained the idea of starting up my own company, running a squadron of salvagers, smugglers, and traders. But, that one's still just a fancy thought for now.
I guess it's just easier to cash in on a day's work and go grab a beer instead.
I've spent most of my time out here in the black, scavenging like a wild animal. Being a squadron commander would definitely make me feel outta place.
Like an ally cat in a fine tailored suit.
But . . . Something about joining up with Commander Mors and seeing where this thing takes me, just seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.
I'm not foolin' myself though, it would mean a dedication and loyalty to a gang of spacecowboys I don't know yet.
Whatever wars we get ourselves into, I'll have to be right there with them. And whenever it calls for it, I'll have to be ready to sacrifice for whatever needs doing.
Growing up in the Federation only taught me that everything can be bought or sold.
But loyalty . . . loyalty ain't on the market.
I've been here in Aulin for a while. Was moving some weapons for who knows what conflict.
Now I'm weighing the decision over a glass of rum.
Hah . . . a squadron commander . . . my old man's gonna hate hearing about this one.
"Why do you always seem to manage to get yourself into the most ridiculous situations Rhaaz!?" . . . yeah, that sounds like him.
Alright then . . . I'm off to go meet this new squadron.
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