Who is Captain RedLegs?

[Capt.RedLegs]

Who is Captain RedLegs?

We've seen this distinguished looking older pilot flying all over Sirius in various ships, mostly martial in nature.
But also in posh passenger vehicles.

Those who have met him may have done so either in dingy urban dives to bespoke aristocratic parties around Bretonia.
And nearly anywhere in between.

He may be seen in dungarees in the former place speaking to various types of low born thugs in hushed tones, or at the latter chatting jovially with upper echelon BAF officers while dressed in an outdated style uniform with an impressive array of baubles on his chest. But all will speak of an amicable and handsome man with kind but piercing eyes and a soft spoken nature with a midlands accent.
One thing is omnipresent in his attire regardless of the environment.
He always sports a pair of red gaiters over his knee length boots. They may be scuffed and well worn with the dungarees or spotlessly spit shined with the uniform, but the boots and gaiters are always present.

Red Gaiters?

Capt. RedLegs. What does that mean? Who is that man?

The people whom you think might know the answer to that question will usually decline to speak of it.
Usually in the manner of "don't ask" with serious a serious face..

What is known as a matter of record is that there was once an Elite squadron of BAF pilots from the Leeds Militia, first formed by the venerable Colonel Tobias, who went by the Codename "the Red Legs". They were specialists in deep cover black ops during the Gallic Wars and were noted for their "less than gentlemanly" tactics. Among the few rumors that persist is one of when a traitor among the Gallic Royalists met a particularly brutal end at the hands of the Red Legs. While the details differ greatly among variants, a shockingly vicious end is always a fixture of the story.
Also, despite his family being of noticeably celtic stock and his use of the codename "Dullahan" in his military trevails (celtic version of the Headless Horsemen, cognate with the Grim Reaper in folklore) it is rumored that he tracked down and killed his own brother who caused deaths while fighting against the BAF with the Mollies.

The surviving Red Legs will neither confirm nor deny the stories of their actions in combat, and the BAF says there is no record that such a unit ever existed. The sidelong glances of Military officers in his presence tell another story.

[Capt.RedLegs]

The most frequent reports of sightings of Capt. RedLegs seem to center around the Bretonian border systems in the Omegas and Taus, which were the areas most frequently haunted by the Red Legs during the Gallic War. It seems that he still takes an interest in these areas.

Those who have attempted communications with him in space have received short but polite and concise responses, and they report that he is not particularly open or talkative.
Those who have seen him in pilot lounges around Sirius say that he is most often seen in a corner seat, facing the door with frequent sweeping glances. Most likely, given his reputation, to avoid an "Aces & Eights" scenario. (IYKYK)
He may also be seen intermittently writing on a pocket sized notepad, all while reportedly drinking gin cocktails. A waitress who once caught a glimpse of his notebook only saw a single scribbling, in bold capitals. "COVFEFE?" suggesting that even his personal notes are writtern in code. There is only rarely anyone else seated with him, and those who do are tight-lipped about their association.

Those who have had the opportunity to overhear him in conversation say that he is well spoken, speaks softly and carries himself with what has been described as an "aristocratic air", and has decidedly military posture.

He is never in any one place for very long, and has never been seen to use overnight lodgings. Where he spends his personal time is a mystery, but most suspect he either lives aboard one of his ships or has a private lair somewhere. He seems the type.

[Capt.RedLegs]

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Property of Capt.RedLegs. PERSONAL LOG

It has been my good fortune to learn of the existence of the group Artemis Alliance through an old BAF comrade who, like myself, is one who runs in the shadowy edges of the systems over which we fought Gallics and lost so many friends. The Taus where the primary operations area of our old group, and having spent so much blood there to secure them against foreign threats in the past we cannot abide it falling into chaos again. So we wander the dim reaches of those systems, reliving those glories and horrors of the past. Visiting the ghosts of old friends and promising them that they will not be forgotten and reaffirming our commitment to that for which they gave their lives. I met the leader of this Artemis Alliance in the bar at Freeport 6, and found someone who shared my concerns regarding the Taus. Long and deep conversations ensued, and an agreement was reached. I would join his organization, and we would update my old hidden lair, which was little more than the barely serviceable hull of a tiny old listening post which we used during the Gallic Wars. As quickly and covertly as possible, we updated it's communications and electronic warfare capabilities and converted the old post into a strong and well-defended base. The speed and competence with which the Alliance's associates performed this task left me with no doubt that this organization meant business. If only we had had such a facility available during the war. It could have made a huge difference and perhaps saved many lives. I feel as though the spirits of my lost comrades were smiling upon our efforts, and I invited them into our new haven. They were valiant men of real worth, and their presence would be welcomed by any who knew them. It gives me a sense of contentment to have so honored their sacrifices at long last. We fought then to secure these systems for Bretonia against Gallia. Now I feel compelled to secure them for the people such as those who gave their lives in pursuit of a place where people could survive and thrive in a peaceful environment of cooperation, united against the depredations of those who would challenge the ideals of freedom, self-determination & peace through strength.

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