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Lehran:
This is a place for each Northern Air Fleet member to catalogue their back story. This will serve as our "lore". Each Entry is to be included with the Following coding: NAF Data File NAF-00X, where X is the entry number. For entries ten and up it goes 0XX. Fitting music for readers to listen to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9scyP5gh8C4

Lehran:
NAF Data File-001:

“For every beginning there is an end. An alpha and an omega.  An endless cycle.”
Humanity was created over 7000 years ago. I watched them in the last 1000 years. Advances in technology were rapid, leading to unbelievable heights. However these heights took mankind off their path, and their arrogance led to the apocalypse, their advances lost, the first omega. Out of this came a new age, with remnants of mankind fearing the corsairs and brigands. Airships rule the skies, and the empire tries to fight these corsairs, though they fail to eliminate them. What will end this madness?

NAF Data File-002

“There is never a true end, only another beginning. What will the next omega bring?”
I have watched long enough. I am Lehran, origin’s end. If the empire cannot end this madness, I will. I shall assume the role of omega, as the pilot of the Icarus before me, but more resilient.

I have assembled a force of noble mercenaries that will help me liberate the fjords from the corsairs. We are the Northern Air Fleet. We will stop this cycle, and start the world anew. The question is, can humanity stop itself from losing its way again, causing history to repeat?

NAF Data File-003

“Agent of Fate, Lehran, break the cycle. Set us free.”
Today we change the course of history.  Flying in formation at low altitude, a fleet of three ships breaks through the clouds at dawn, under the flag of the Northern Air Fleet. We move on the rear corsair ship. It falls within seconds, followed by another, and another after that. Confusion fills the air as the corsairs awake to their comrades' demise, unable to get to battle stations. The Northern Air Fleet shoots down fourteen brigand craft, liberating the fjords of their kind. Today is the dawn of a new era. Corsairs, run in fear, for Omega has come.

Null:
NAF Data File-004:

"There are some areas in and around Firnfield where blood runs cold. Good thing the steampipes are warm."
     I started off in Blackcliff, as an engineer, until the fleet said they needed one. Now I know that to some of us, this is all about killing corsairs. But not to me. Sure, I don't want to have my home captured, but I joined to keep these men alive. And I've learned to shoot at them whenever they come in range of an engineer's gun, but this is all about keeping people safe. Corsairs aren't safe. If I blow up a ship, I do it only for the life of others, not to take the lives that I just took. Lehran's a good captain, but a risky one. He needs a good engineer, or the ship goes boom. With a good engineer. he makes the enemy ships go boom.  Corsairs, get ready to go boom.

Metal Man:
NAF Data File-005:

 “Not all of it is about protecting the people, but about revenge on the people who killed his family.”
I was born on the fjords and grew up to fly supply ships, and was out when that fateful day occurred. Just past midday the peaceful sky was shattered by the drone of engines. The corsairs attacked without warning killing and plundering all in the path. My entire family lived in that village, there were no survivors. During my darkest hour the NAF took me in, and when the NAF brought the fight back to the corsairs I was there.
 
“Run you filth for the survivor is here, and there is no place to hide!”

I fight to prevent the what happened to me form happening to others, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to spread fear of the NAF throughout the corsair ranks.       

Gerand Regent:
NAF Data File-006:

"There are only two kinds of beings in this world: the hunters and the hunted. Neither or mutually exclusive. You want to stay alive? Don't waste time thinking about which one you are."

Growing up in the world today, you learn quickly that he controls the skies above controls the world. That kind of control isn't something that I'd say belongs in anyone's hands, at least not in the hands of the Corsairs. They burned my home town to the ground when I was just a little boy. I barely made it out alive; the rest of my family didn't make it out at all. I grew up in the skies pretty much, always on one ship or another, working for some captain of some description. Leading a life like mine, you learn real quick not to think to much about the person who ends up on the wrong end of your flak cannon. Accepting death is just part of the job of a gunner, whether it's your own or someone else's. Thinking about it only makes the job that much harder. If you need something to kill for, then kill for your crew. Kill for your captain. Kill for yourself. Kill to live, that's what it boils down to, but don't bring death onto those who don't deserve it. The Corsairs kill innocent people, unarmed prey who present no threat or challenge to them at all. They think this makes them the hunters, but they do not not know the true meaning of the title, of the thrill of riding on death's doorstep, the excitement of facing down an enemy that could end you at a moment's hesitation. They are merely a different kind of prey, seeking strength by exploiting the weakness of others, and they will soon learn what it is like to be hunted. I will show them what a true hunter looks like, and they will know fear when they look upon me, upon the captain that found me, and upon the fleet he now commands. They will see who truly commands the sky, commands the world, and it will be the last sight to ever grace their pathetic eyes.

I kill because it is my purpose. I fight because it is my duty. I serve this fleet because it is my obligation. I hunt because it is my destiny, for all those who fell prey to these cowards we now fight, and for my comrades-in-arms whom fight and die beside. For our leader Lehran, the Omega, the bringer of change, I shall be the hunter's bow, the weapon to strike down our prey, the corsairs. I will be the hunter these poor excuses for men fail to be.

I am Gerand Regent. I am the Huntsman. Pray that you will not be my quarry, and if you are, pray for the mercy you have so clearly never shown, for only the cruel and the cowardly are struck down by my arrows.

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