Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-30700719-20180610050247

"A protector...I was a fighter pilot, back in the war. Back on Earth. Would go against hundreds, occasionally a thousand enemy units, everything their Navy and Air Force could throw against me. In any other aircraft, it was impossible to survive four on one. But in the Rauser, it was like some demented ballet dancer with a machine pistol, weaving through Battleship salvos and slicing apart the multi-squadrons. Now I have no-one to fight. No endless battle over the sea to while away the time." I turned over in my sleeping bag. "But I learned long ago to not dwell on that. Rest ye merry, as they say."