To a brighter future?

[Wolfs Ghost]

Battleship Hood, Dublin System, Bretonian Core -- Five Hours Later

"I could never see myself retire from what I've sworn to do. Fighting for the Crown against anything that stands in her way. I am a soldier, I was bred as a soldier, and I have an oath to follow. Even if it means being a fugitive and marked as a highly dangerous individual. Though, I never really saw my life heading in this direction, maybe after the war, but during it? We'll see how well I do." -- Ship Log 021, Austin Goodman

"The Bretonia's Revelation." He said, a smile hidden behind a wielders mask as he started to carefully crave the name Bretonia's Revelation into the hull of his Arrow, along the nose so that it was easily readable. "A great callsign, as far as I'm concerned. Could've been Bretonia's Redemption, but eh. Redemption is a bit over used." He continued to talk to himself as he finished up. He sat the tool down to the side and pushed the mask up, staring down at his work, "Well, the mysterious pilot behind the Arrow interceptor will sure spin heads during the races now. At least the Armed Forces won't know who the hell I am. Wonder how long I'll be able to keep this up."

He shrugged a bit and grabbed the tool, then slide down off the side of the nose and landed on his feet, then walked over and placed the tool back where it was before turning around to admire his handy work. "Next weekend we'll have that race, and Ozei will lose, at least against me." He smiled as he looked from his newly bought Arrow to his Templar, his smile turned into a small frown. I guess we're going to have to do something about you as we're lacking parts. It'd be at least a few days before I can get you fixed up. He thought as he stepped towards his Arrow.

"Let's go test you around the track for a couple of laps."

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