People find here not only comrades to help then earn their wings in this galaxy, but friends as well.
The wing was created when its founding fathers realized how often they'd find themselves in the most exotic situations ever. If something would only happen once a year, they could be sure it would be next Friday. If a series of rare events would be required to end up in an improbable result, they would all happen in the sequence that would yield the weirdest conclusion. "What are the odds?" became a secondary motto, and the tongue-in-cheek "It would be Highly Unlikely" reply the answer that would ensure they were in for a wild ride.
- Landing on Skardee 1 while popping SCBs? Check.
- Being ran over by Mitterand Hollow? Double Check.
- Engaging BOTH sides of a conflict zone and routing BOTH capital ships, all while throwing collector limpets all over the place? Just another Monday.
- Ramming a thargoid Medusa variant to death with all weapons destroyed? That was last Saturday.
With a cheerful tone, the trio traveled everywhere and did everything. When the edge of possibilities seemed to appear far in the horizon, it was decided that they would join others to help or just to laugh alongside. That's when recruiting started, from a lost Harmless to a bored Elite, flying together to see all oddities this galaxy had to show.
If you feel lost or don't know what else to do in this vast galaxy, look no further, and apply now.
