Working for the Feds
20 Jan 2022Das 6
20th January, 3308Flying DB-05 "Searchlight" (Krait mkII)
I'm an Imperial man, at heart. Born under the rule of the Imperial Family of Achenar, the Duvals. I have pledged to uphold the standards of the Empire and to further its interests. I have founded a squadron in the Empire's name, The Imperial Light Brigade, to act as a Privateer force.
But space doesn't care. Space knows only that I am a man in metal box. One of billions in the void.
Humanity was born on Earth. I have never been to Earth. I would like to see it, even if only from orbit. In order to do this, I need a permit for the Sol system. Damn the Federation. The self-imposed gatekeepers of Humanity. If I am ever to see the birthplace of the species, I will need to serve them, supplicate myself to their interests, to betray the Empire! All for the sake of rank, a few bars on my shoulder to mark me out as 'better' than other pilots in a system of government that supposedly believes that all are equal. The hypocrisy.
At least, in the Empire, when you improve your rank, you are actually treated and thought of as 'better' than others.
Maybe the Alliance has the right idea...
Space doesn't care.