A couple of cigars, a small standard sidearm, an Avenger-class fightercraft.
One goal:
To survive.
Moose, Dave Moose, Lieutenant Junior Grade within the Battlegroup Harmony.
Former Lieutenant. Where to go now that even Harmony will end up turning against me? Liberty, gone, Radford, gone, Harmony, gone. Everything seems gone forever.
Giving up? This is no option. I am a fighter. I will survive. Cigars and my Avenger is all I need. Screw them, screw them all with their Nomad stories. They spill blood for nothing.
I have an idea. Rheinland, then Omegas. Maybe Gran Canaria. Maybe Omicrons. Anywhere but far away from Harmony, Radford, the Navy, Knight, Young, Sader. Far away from all of them and their unnecessary violence. Did they not realize it is all just a game set up by Nomads? They are used, tools, not more. I am not anyone's tool. I will never end up fighting as someone's tool again.
Screw it. Planet Holstein will be the first destination, hope the Avenger will not make too many people pay attention, might have to re-consider giving my loyal ship up after all these years.
There is it. The Hamburg Jumphole. Nothing on the scanners. Let's get away from here then. Once and for all.
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I am sorry, Knight, Liberty, good old Radford wing, farewell you all. May Liberty survive this too.
"It has been a month now that I left Liberty and Harmony behind. It took me long enough to make my way to Baden-Baden were I spent the first days, now I finally made my way to Gran Canaria, had a few trouble getting there with Hessians, Corsairs and even the Coalition. The old Avenger won't do it much longer anymore, I suppose it is time to invest some of my remaining credits into a new ship and get rid off that wreck of a Navy ship. I considered getting my hands on a "Jackdaw", looks solid enough for my purposes. Hopefully I soon find a money source or else even buying cigars will be a problem soon."
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