On Borrowed Wings

[Locksmith]

recording...
location: invergordon salvage yards, inverness system
current date: 30.05.834
local time: 14:06
detected entities: locksmith

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Lately, he had been able to sleep less and less often in his abode. Most often, he had to sleep right in the chair of his ship, while the autopilot guided the fighter along a given course.

A lot was happening. Constant skirmishes with Outcasts, Xenos and Liberty forces gradually turned from something previously unheard of into an almost daily routine. And that was the least of his worries.

He had almost forgotten how the sight of his childhood dream soothed him. The skyscrapers on the wall screens, although fake, reminded him of what and who he was fighting for.

“Entry six.” Roland slowly sat down on a chair, stretching his fingers. Even the rare hours he spent here had to be devoted to business. “New direction of work.”

He leaned back in his chair and was silent for a few seconds, as if trying to get into the right mood for work.

"Frankly, a lot has happened lately that is worth recording. New developments with this... AI. Ships piloted by androids claiming to be under my supervision. But all this will have to wait. Work comes first."

His eyes quickly ran over the files provided by his superiors. Schematics, characteristics, records... He had to study all this in the coming days. For the first time in his life, it was not enough for him to understand the structure of technology himself. He had to teach this to other people. But the expected result? More than worth the effort.

"Defender". The workhorse of the Liberty fleet. Placed at the service of their cause. One step closer to the dream. Roland agreed without hesitation.

Once upon a time, on the planet Pittsburgh, a little boy often dreamed that one day he would sit at the helm of such a fighter and fly off towards the stars. To protect his sister, who will live happily on Manhattan.

But dreams are meant to remain dreams. Even what was happening now was an almost incredible coincidence. But he didn't complain. They were alive, they had hope. And maybe one day... One day the view from the window will no longer be fake.

All that remained was to snatch it from the hands of the corrupt.

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