The story of BrotherHood

[Lambda 4]

Many years ago a group of liberty navy Polits were captured by a group of Corsairs and taken to the Elders of the Corsairs. The Elders Offered for them to join the Corsairs, but they refuse with out hesitation. They were thrown in separate cells and tortured for a brutal 5 years. They were brought to the Elders agan and were offered to join once again, the ones that survived accepted the invitation, and went through many try ales to deter man if they were any good. After a few weeks of try ales and many Corsair deaths they were brought to the Elders once again. The Elders said to them "You exceeded our expiations, you are By far the best fighters we have ever seen, so we would like to place you in The BrotherHood." "The BrotherHood is a groop of elite Corsairs, you will be now know as the BrotherHood, your 2 wings of fighters are the to groups below you, they are the DeathDealers and the BluePython". The X Liberty navy polits bowed down at the Elders feet and left the room.

They undocked from the plaint they were given a mission straight from the Elders. They are to hunt down the most hated Squadron of Outcasts that go with the tag [GoR], they were to find the leader of [GoR], and capture him for torture, except there i one problem, the Elders did not give us any information on him except that he was some were in Sirius. So we set out to find the leader of the [GoR].

In our travails we mad some friends and some Enemy's

two month's in to our travails we spoted a GoR in Omicron Delta we persured the suspect and called apon the DeathDealers and the BluePythons but he managed to escape leaveing my fighter wings brutaly damaged. We returned to plaint Crete to report to the Elders. We entered the cathedral bloody and bruised. The Elders said to us "you have returned ahead of schedule" I said to them, "we need more training i lost to of my best mates to this one GoR, if one of them can do this to 3 wings imagan what there whole Squadron could do, WE NEED TO GET BETTER!!!"

3 years have past of hard work and perseverance

I think we are ready i said to my men, so we left plaint Crete in search of the commander of GoR, as i looked behind me i could see Crete disappearing as we picked up speed. I wisperd to my self "good bye"