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It's not quite there yet, visually speaking, but I'm working on it
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20th December 3300 - 8.58
My name is Taylor, after my grandfather who passed away this last week. I was born and raised on Dalton Gateway, a Starport orbiting the LHS 3447 A5 planet and where Taylor senior, peace be upon him, was originally from.
According to him, our family is a long line of settlers. Once slaves, we were freed two centuries ago to terraform and call home this now blue planet that I always stared at through Dalton’s glass sky without ever setting foot on it. My father would rather say that slaves we once were and slaves we are still, only working for Faulcon DeLacy now, assembling fuel tanks for a miserable pay.
I didn’t always work there, though. Younger, I was desperate to join the Federation Navy and even spent a few years preparing to be a pilot. They never told me why I couldn’t pursue my dream but it was short after we started to train on combat simulation that my contract was ended.
I’m now heading to Trevithick Dock, following the instructions of my grandfather’s will, sitting in the cargo hold of a shady looking yet charitable trader who accepted to take me there for a small sum.
Taylor Vauban, logging out
All the pictures have been deleted from FD's forum to make room and the full content is on Wordpress. Thanks for checking it out.
https://taylorvauban.wordpress.com
It's not quite there yet, visually speaking, but I'm working on it
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20th December 3300 - 8.58
My name is Taylor, after my grandfather who passed away this last week. I was born and raised on Dalton Gateway, a Starport orbiting the LHS 3447 A5 planet and where Taylor senior, peace be upon him, was originally from.
According to him, our family is a long line of settlers. Once slaves, we were freed two centuries ago to terraform and call home this now blue planet that I always stared at through Dalton’s glass sky without ever setting foot on it. My father would rather say that slaves we once were and slaves we are still, only working for Faulcon DeLacy now, assembling fuel tanks for a miserable pay.
I didn’t always work there, though. Younger, I was desperate to join the Federation Navy and even spent a few years preparing to be a pilot. They never told me why I couldn’t pursue my dream but it was short after we started to train on combat simulation that my contract was ended.
I’m now heading to Trevithick Dock, following the instructions of my grandfather’s will, sitting in the cargo hold of a shady looking yet charitable trader who accepted to take me there for a small sum.
Taylor Vauban, logging out
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