Hans Vulschmekt was born military, Hans Vulschmekt was raised military, Hans Vulschmekt IS military.
At least he was until a simple patrol went about as far south as you can go in the Sirius sector.
Jumped by a Corsair raiding party looking for Hessians the only ones to get out were himself and his best friend Albrecht.
Vulf as he used to be known in his wing stood outside his CO's office as Albrecht railed at the Major.
Following a short silence Albrecht stormed out, his features barely under control.
'I just can't do it anymore,Hans. They just don't listen! How many men do we have to lose? How many brothers? 'Albrecht sighed as they walked towards the docking bay on their way to their ships.
'I know that Al, I know.' Hans sighed heavily.
'We could disable our trackers and leave while we're out on patrol!' Albrecht spoke as if the idea was just forming.
'We can hunt those evil bastards ourselves! '
"Just the two of us? Be serious." Hans grunted
'I am...'
Leaning against his fighter 10 minutes later Hans looked at Albrecht slowly.
"We'd need more people, and bigger ships." Hans said finally as he tossed himself in to his friends plan"
"I don't care about that. I just want them to pay."
"They will Rhino"
After a brief but stressful entrance into Omicron Alpha Hans and Albrecht were aboard Valetta Shipyard while their Junker contact, one Lucas Simms, bargained for Outcast assistance.
After a rather large sum of credits changed hands Hans and Albrecht were shown too their new "quarters" while their background was confirmed.
"Two weeks isn't such a bad trade off all things considered." Hans murmured as he looked over the new ships they had been "gifted" by the Outcasts.
"Finally, I never thought I'd see the outside of those cells" Grumbled Albrecht.
"We have time Albrecht. Vengeance is a lifelong occupation." Hans said as he clambered into the cockpit.
