Look what I found lurking in the depths of an old flashdrive. LOL. Ah the memories.....
Officers barracks
Black Pather Sqandron Airfeild
Ostara System
Greg Scotten arose slowly from a not so peaceful slumber. As he forced himself up off of his bunk, every joint in his body ached to go along with a loud ringing in his ears and a splitting pain in his head. No doubt this was the result of last's night brawl in the base's officer's club and from the bottle of scotch that he had emptied and let lay by his bunk. He thought of all that he'd been through in the past 6 months fighting someone else's war on someone else's world for far less money than he felt he was worth. Such was the life of a military pilot washout turned soldier of fortune. It had been weeks since Scotten had flown a meaningful mission against the militant insurgents affiliated with the Marakan empire who had been wreaking havoc in the the Ostara system. That havoc is precicely what drew men like Scotten into the fray. That along with the promise of significant monetary compensation which had been all to slow in being fulfilled. In his last combat mission Scotten remembered bagging 3 bogies flying antiquated fighter craft. That raised his total above 15 making him a triple ace. Unfortunately he had yet to recieve his 1500 per kill bonus for 6 of those 15 kills. His commanding officer, Benjamin Hanault had also fallen several weeks behind in Scotten's base weekly paychecks. Added to this misery was the fact that Solcom had recently shown up and crushed the insurgency leaving little work for Scotten and his comrades in the Black Panther mercenary Sqaudron. All in all it was enough to put Scotten in a particularly sour mood on this morning.
He tried not to think about this as he struggled to get dressed. It wouldn't do any good to sit around and feel sorry. He had to do something to get out of this dump and he had a plan to accomplish this. There were a few loose ends that he would have to tie up beforehand however. After completing his morning shave he headed for the door. The morning air was a fresh relief compared to his stuffy barraks room and he began to feel a bit better. As he headed for the door he made a mental note to procure a replacement for the empty scotch bottle that still laid on his floor. He knew he was in for one hell of a busy day.
Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you, and be sure of this, I will be with you always even unto the end of the age. Mathew 28:20
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