A New Beginning
06 Nov 2020CMDR Lord_Bear420
It was quite a strrange thing that night, the way that stranger came over to me so casually. The way the words he spoke seemed so natural. The ideas he brought, quite reasonable. It was Thursday evening, at 11pm, at an old rundown dive called Joe Cassidy's, on Taylor Colony. It was down pouring as if the heavens themselves had burst open.
I was there because, one simple reason, and I won't sugarcoat it. I was lost. I knew not what to do with myself, and felt rather at an impasse with my assets. I had aided all of the "Superpowers" as I could without shedding blood, and learned that they care not. I was a high ranking individual within multiple Auxiliaries. And still, I felt as if, there was faults with these same groups. Faults I couldn't ignore any longer.
When Commander Smith presented the idea of a gathering of licensed pilots, leaving and creating their own home. Their own economy. Their own government, and their own protection, it all seemed so incredibly natural.
With every round at the bar the idea seemed to cement itself further. By the end of it we both knew exactly what we'd set out to do the next day. And so it was, that night birthed the Cancri Colony. The first colony un-influenced by the Superpowers that be.