The Diary of Mattao Forte

[Dark_Yoshi]

*A young man is writing into a book, every now and then he takes a picture of a page, he starts reading......*


Height: 2.3 meters
Age: 19
Eye color: ..........


I am Mattao Forte and this is my story. I was born on Planet Malta as an Outcast, my dad was a gunboat commander in a fleet, and my mom was a fighter pilot for the same fleet as my dad. I was a boy that grew up in a military school. Everyone else hated me, I was small easy prey for bullies and wasn't a good student, I was the one who was also blamed for the Cardi stacks in the dorms, and....well....you get the idea. I never really had a talent for anything, except for the day that we had our first _real_ fighter training....

Teacher: "Alright students, you have all trained hard, but your superiors think that you should have a harder challenge, although some of you may not do well *glares at me* I think that you are all becoming somewhat better, you will have one chance, every time you destroy the bot you will get to go again, but, you will have a another bot to worry about."

*excited muttering*

Teacher: "Alright, Devan, you first, you may enter your ship, remember I will be grading, *Devan grins then hops into the Dagger*

Not a bad fighter I thought....."Hermann!"....good power core, but yet very fast and agile......."Daniel!".......the guns not as good but it makes up for that in speed......"Mattao!".....*laughter follows*.....here it comes I thought, another chance to make a fool of myself........*more laughter when I trip over the gas line to the Dagger*.......one bot, ok I can just die there and I'll be done with it......*cockpit closes and the ship is moved into open space by a another ship*

*The teacher appears on the comm screen, "Ok Mattao, the bot will be unleashed in 5...4...3...2...1...GO!!"

I see the bot come out of the Battleship, no guns? Only missiles.........easy.......*my mind drifts back to the time I went with my dad and mom on dad's gunboat, I remember what he told me.....* I spring into action, unleashing a couple of volleys of lasers, the bot replies with two javelin missiles, I dodge easily and destroy it. Then two appear, one the same as before but the other with guns, I take down them and I remember that this is were everyone was knocked out. I tense as watch two of the same then.....a bomber?!.........I suck in my breath and attack, I lose some hull, but my guns are still intact. Next wave.......next.......next......on the seventh wave I am barely holding my ship together, I've lost one of my wings and two of my guns, I look for a next wave, I almost fainted when I see a gunboat, I kill two of the fighters and one of the bombers, the gunboat has me almost dead.....I try for one last desperate attempt to kill it, I fly at it guns blazing and mines dropping like crazy....I impact the gunboat and my ship is destroyed, but my guns and mines did their work......the gunboat was destroyed by the force of my explosion and my mines.......they tractor in my escape pod and the teacher runs over, he looks down at me and says, "WHERE THE HECK DID YOU LEARN TO FLY LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!" I look up, grin, then pass out.

I wake up in the medical section of the Battleship where two people are looking at me, my teacher and another man I don't remember, they both sigh and look at each other, I look at them and say, "Why am I here?" They both laugh and the teacher says, "Well he's still sane, *turns to me* "You are here because you broke your arm on that sim, you were the best pilot that day, and with your consent, you have been invited by the general to join your father's group of fighter pilots." I was......shocked.....amazed......gratified......and nervous, "But sir, you can only join once you reach 16!" The man next to the teacher smiles, "Yes, but we have made an exception for you, you are a better pilot than some of they older men." I looked down at my bed, I would leave everything here....but yet, I would gain time with my dad and mom.......I looked up and said, "I'm ready."

//This isn't the end, still more to go

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