[OOC] - I am getting a little bored with ED I think in most part since I'm used to playing games with a story so I decided to create my own to give myself some purpose[/OOC]
Commander Fihnakis Vanmork
Flight Log entry date 2-15-3301
Currently Residing Kozeyev's Claim
Competent Merchant Trailblazer Federation Lieutenant
Enemy of the Empire
Entry as follows: The empire. Where do I begin? I hate their very existence. Mom, Dad, family, they are all gone. Each one of them slain by members of the Empire Youth Recruitment Program just shortly after my departure to Coggia port. Somehow they found out my intentions to join the Aymifa Resistance. But how? I told no one. As far as mom and dad knew I was leaving in the sidewinder to trade some fish. My papers were all in order as far as the port authority was concerned. Hell the cowards even kept almost a quarter of my cargo as a donation to the Empire. A mole in the resistance, has to be. No matter, the past is the past and I have to stop dwelling upon it. I do long to be back within the warming arms of my sweet, beautiful Valhalla. The soothing comfort of your heartbeat as it crashes against your beaches. The deepest blue of your eyes keeping a constant watch over us from the heavens. The therapeutic aroma released as the morning sun forces the Xveliante flowers to open up to the world.
Twelve years have I been away but I have found new hope. While trading goods near Ardhin a fellow Browncoat informed me of some information he picked up in a tavern at a station near the Pleiades Nebula. This could be just what I need to attain the credits to upgrade Skolls’ Fang with weaponry to battle the evil enslaving my people. So having just sold the last of my cargo and spending almost all I have to my name to upgrade my frame shift drive to push Fang to the far reaches of the galaxy I set out to either find the proverbial gold mine my Brother in Arms informed me of or I will be lost in the black. Odin as my witness, when I return, Tyr himself will be bathing in the blood of my enemies for a millennia.
Word just come over the station comm that Fang is fueled up and repaired. I will be leaving a remote log entry receiver hidden here on the station for me to upload my findings to. I have set the receiver to contact my only living kin in the event I don't return within 5 weeks time. If you are reading this, know that I tried and should any of my findings help in our struggle, it's now up to you to carry the torch. I couldn't take back what is ours but one day our world will know freedom once more
Commander Fihnakis Vanmork
Flight Log entry date 2-15-3301
Currently Residing Kozeyev's Claim
Competent Merchant Trailblazer Federation Lieutenant
Enemy of the Empire
Entry as follows: The empire. Where do I begin? I hate their very existence. Mom, Dad, family, they are all gone. Each one of them slain by members of the Empire Youth Recruitment Program just shortly after my departure to Coggia port. Somehow they found out my intentions to join the Aymifa Resistance. But how? I told no one. As far as mom and dad knew I was leaving in the sidewinder to trade some fish. My papers were all in order as far as the port authority was concerned. Hell the cowards even kept almost a quarter of my cargo as a donation to the Empire. A mole in the resistance, has to be. No matter, the past is the past and I have to stop dwelling upon it. I do long to be back within the warming arms of my sweet, beautiful Valhalla. The soothing comfort of your heartbeat as it crashes against your beaches. The deepest blue of your eyes keeping a constant watch over us from the heavens. The therapeutic aroma released as the morning sun forces the Xveliante flowers to open up to the world.
Twelve years have I been away but I have found new hope. While trading goods near Ardhin a fellow Browncoat informed me of some information he picked up in a tavern at a station near the Pleiades Nebula. This could be just what I need to attain the credits to upgrade Skolls’ Fang with weaponry to battle the evil enslaving my people. So having just sold the last of my cargo and spending almost all I have to my name to upgrade my frame shift drive to push Fang to the far reaches of the galaxy I set out to either find the proverbial gold mine my Brother in Arms informed me of or I will be lost in the black. Odin as my witness, when I return, Tyr himself will be bathing in the blood of my enemies for a millennia.
Word just come over the station comm that Fang is fueled up and repaired. I will be leaving a remote log entry receiver hidden here on the station for me to upload my findings to. I have set the receiver to contact my only living kin in the event I don't return within 5 weeks time. If you are reading this, know that I tried and should any of my findings help in our struggle, it's now up to you to carry the torch. I couldn't take back what is ours but one day our world will know freedom once more
