Coming to Terms
08 Dec 2024CMDR Sodapop
Hello, hello? This thing on? Heh now that the mic is rolling it's hard to do this. *sigh*
I'm in a good situation and I mentally don't know how to deal with it. I spent years - hell, decades(!) scrapping ships in the yards orbiting Earth. I sweat and bled my way through those awful, grueling years to be here; in the stars - the calm, black of the universe.
Since I was a kid I dreamed of seeing the stars from up among them and signing up to be labor in space seemed a smart way to do that and make money. Boy, what a nightmare that turned out to be.
*sigh*
I learned the hard way about the world and how uncaring it can be. I watched good men and women work themselves to death in vein hopes of finding some stability and freedom among the stars.
I saved and saved and finally I had enough to take Pilots' exam and earned my Sidewinder and immediately set out, finally achieving my dreams!
It's been about a month or so since I left Sol system and two weeks since I joined up with a group called The Purple Star Party. A small group of grizzled vets who were out to make a name for themselves who were wanting to bring some sort of unity between Federal Liberal and Republic parties. They're kind and willing to help new pilots like myself find my footing while also bringing me into the fold and entrusting me to work towards our objectives.
Feels weird to be treated as an equal after so long. I seem to have flown well enough to earn some praise from Senior command and that's certainly a nice change. I trust them and they trust me. With Sol under attack and all experienced and amateur AX commanders focusing on saving humanity's ancestral home; I want to set my sights abroad for once and focus on what's ahead of me instead of what's in the past. Create something new out in the black, where it's calmer and quieter.
*long sigh, spark of a match then inhalation with a slow exhale*
Here's to us, Purple Star Party. Let's fly dangerous.
Commander Sodapop, signing off for now.