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Visions of Wapiya - Let the games begin
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Proud and a bit wistful Ambassador Abacus observed the departure of "his" Commanders through the window. Now the time had come, now it would be revealed if the "Vision of Brothers" of freedom and equalitiy for everyone linked only the UGC.
The Ambassador laid a hand onto the window, only a few centimeters divided the well occupied observation lounge from the deadly cold and vacuum of space. And still he was dragged into the void again and again, he was almost able to hear her whisper like a siren's song trying to lure him out. He knew this void well, he had traversed it for years, both the sphere colonized by humankind and beyond, even far beyond the centre of the galaxy. Restless he had traveled from here to there, had traded, had fought, had tried to settle disputes between citizens in a diplomatic way. Until he came here to Brothers Vision in the system Wapiya.
In the "Vision of Brothers" of freedom and equalitiy for everyone he was able to see a worthwhile future for humankind for which he devoted all his vigours since then. He had joined the few United German Commanders then and had fought with them for the freedom and independence of Wapiya. Although he sometimes missed the freedom of the free rambling through the void he would continue to do his best to turn the vision into reality.
"If my duties here allow it I will join you and fly at your side again, Commanders". With this thought he turned around and headed back to the communication centre to review the latest infomations from the pilots federation.
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Visions of Wapiya - Reflections of Jo`Ba (from CMDR Jo`Baccaroo)
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Thoughtful the cat creature Jo`Baccaroo stood on the landing pad and obeserved the departure of his comrades. Nevertheless he would be out there in a few minutes himself to join them.
The coming days and weeks will be a challenge. In some regard more demanding than previous times of trouble that his comrades of the UGC were able to manage with unified vigours each and every time however.
His mind wandered back to the day - which is so long ago already - where he came here as a hunted man, hunted for no good reason, simply looking for shelter and found a new home and friends.
"Jo`Ba?" he heard Clark asking behind him who had disembarked again because his employer and friend didn't reach the cockpit yet.
He turned around and was amazed again about the marvel of engineering that had transformed a humanlike robot into a creature that one could barely distinguish from a human. In reply to a question from friends if he believed that Clark had something like a soul as he always reacts so humane Jo`Ba had answered in days of yore: "Jo`Ba doesn't even know if he has a soul himself. How is he supposed to know?"
"This one is coming already, Clark" he said and his smile would have made more than one human nervous as his razor sharp fangs were visible then. "Jo`Ba had to reflect about the past here and about what we have achieved here together. Grateful he is. But let's depart now. We don't want to arrive last at the destination as we did so often." he added.
"You always linger about, Boss." teased Clark. "Jo`Ba doesn't linger about, he is philosophizing." he instructed him schoolmasterly.
"Then philosophize yourself to the pilot's seat. I will type in the coordinates of the destination" Clark laughed. "Route calculated, ready to jump!" he reported from the copilot's seat then.
"Tower to "Fips Remembrance III", you are clear to depart! Have a good flight and a safe return home, Sir! " it sounded from the radio box.
"Thank you tower! Bright moons and free skies!"
Slow and majestically the Python rose from the landing pad she was resting until now.
"May we all meet again wholesome." mumbled the cat man as he slowly pushed the throttle forward.