Darmed Khan
Minmatar
Khumatari Holdings
Ushra'Khan
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Posted - 2006.09.18 20:48:00 -
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9UY4-H, "The Friggin' Master", Nidhoggur Class Carrier, Captain's quarters
Darmed slowly woke from his slumber as the room shook around him. Open textbooks intermingled with clothes and paperwork lay strewn across the floor.
Darmed forced himself upright and staggered over to his desk. The room shook again as another figher rocketed out of the nearby launch bay, sending a nerve stick smashing down to the floor. He sat down and brushed the other nerve sticks aside to reveal the central console. He tapped the screen to bring it to life. Battles won, battles lost, pilots killed, pilots lost... he looked over the days report with barely any emotion, causing him to question exactly how much of his humanity remained. But no further casualties from his own fleet - that was good. You've got to look after your own, if nothing else.
In all honesty he still didn't know why he was still out here. He knew the outpost would be trouble from the start, but the council didn't listen. "We need this", "Our people want this", was all they could give him. For months he trained for a carrier, and saw himself and his former corp wear themselves to the bone keeping the POS running while raising funds and keeping the pipe clear. At least they seemed to be interested in the outpost, and it wasn't his place to tell them what to do or think. When no-one else was available, Darmed even offered to launch the construction platform himself, knowing full well that it contained the power to destroy the alliance that had created it. But still he did it, for his friends, for his people.
Darmed tossed a Tactical Weapon Reconfiguration skillbook aside and tapped the screen again to switch to his bank statement. He wasn't sure how he was going to afford the next round of insurance on the 'Master, let alone when he was going to replace the two battleships that gave him the money for the first round. And ontop of that, Johanna was still fighting the SCC over the money they claim [LALA] owe.
The room shook again as another fighter launched. Darmed cleared his throat and hit a button to open comms with the bridge.
"Commander, report!"
"Just a few stragglers sir, nothing for you to worry about."
"Understood. Keep up the good work."
"Thank you sir."
Darmed released the button and slumped back in the chair. He reached down to pick up the broken nerve stick and drank the remainder of the contents, before staggering back to bed before it could take effect.
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