After so long you lose track of alot. You tie yourself to an equation than a life and erupt with questions. whats your name? where you from? what happened? Each one still consumes my mind. I face each one of them everyday from traders, soldiers, civilians. Nearly everyone can tell something is wrong. Though anyone would be when war separates you from that you love most.....Home.
Like every story there is a beginning although my own begins without a doubt at my birth i am the first of my family....well one of the first few in my family to be a born Bretonian. I was born on Leeds within a Rheinland family, i was given my fathers name "Victor" though my appropriate name is Victor Lenix Heimworth (heim vorth). The family saw me and my brother and sister as a pride to a new generation and a hope for the families future in bretonia, A past lost would be regained through us, though we never thought of our future to show dangers. The fires of war spread far, through stars, and space and beyond. BUT I am getting ahead of myself. My beginnning's were hard, the family wanted us strong and smart everything was earned or not as a way to teach us that the world would be harsh in the future. we were homeschooled and shown how to fly as kids in civilian star fliers that our father rebuilt. we learned military obedience and were trained to be fighters. a life that sounds like the military, though thats just the stuff i tend to remember first.
When i was 5 i told my family i wanted to be like my dad, i was cooking with mom when i said it because i would watch him land in a old rheinland fighter when he finished work from the front window. The ship itself within bretonian regulations was rebuilt and rebranded of course but that same model still stood proud. He would walk in say hellp and always talk about taking us out in the old ship to show us how to fly, little did i know that next morning he would show me the ships innterior to boost my own goals and continue following my dreams to be a engineer. To design my own ship that could complete great things. Nothing was better than being in my fathers lap inside that old Valkeryie fighter.Since then i trained myself i read alot of digital books and older spinebacks to teach myself how to fix fighters, and other ships that dad brought home with the bretonia police. most of the time it was to fix engines and thrusters after they saw trouble each one explaining different situations of combat and how they were hit. It all made my eyes wide. I was So young and innocent then.
Nowadays i only am haunted by the day of loss a day when the gaelic army took leeds. a Day that makes me risk so much ever after. I was out on a mission with my brother, my Scientist of an Uncle and my father whod become a well respected engineer from his knowledge of Rheinland ships and Bretonian. We were on our way back home to find the war raging on, Fleets had raged over the planet and the coms blared for help as the gaelic force pushed bretonia out. and as much as we wanted to help we knew we would do so little and yet....as the transport and my brother left....I went into the fight. i was determined to land on leeds to find my family and get them out no matter how impossible it was. But fate had a different plan for me then,before i could enter the atmosphere the fleet had blocked the docking ring and surrounded leeds. a sure fire foothold to use as more ships came i could only watch as flagships, cruisers and fighters fought and fell to the surface of leeds in despair and believe that my family would be ok. then turn my own ship around and retreat with the bretonian military.
A year never felt so long to hear from my family that they were ok....Now a Days my time is spent as a bretonian police patrol. my hopes to join the bretonian military on the mind as i use the end of the weeks to risk mysef to get to leeds and help my family with small supply runs. The police know its something i cant do but others see it as something they would be doing as well another person that wants to help as he can and risk everything to ensure it. My own captain thinks im crazy, i accept it because those days allow me to see people i love and want to get out or save from occupation. Im a survivor, i will always be one....a survivor of my family due to the war a survivor of leeds.
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4.84.....4.85....then Lost. To return to something you so loved and enjoyed is a gift we can all receive. Too long have i missed this wonderful game. Now its time to come back for good.