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The Cantina / Re: Origins of the Northern Air Fleet
« on: April 03, 2013, 02:03:18 am »
NAF Data File-007
My time as a hunter of men only truly started when I joined the NAF. Having been aboard so many ships, serving so many causeless slouches of captains, my reasons for fighting, for killing, used to be very much monetary. That all changed once I was ordered by my previous captain, a Corsair whose ship had been wreaking havoc on the Fjords for many a year, ordered me to get on the flamethrower and set fire to an innocent trade town. I would not repeat the very action that robbed me of my own family. I killed the sod with my own bare hands, threw him overboard, and blew the rest of the ship to the high heavens. I was welcomed into the town a hero, the one who finally rid them of a long-time predator.
That's when I met him. The Omega.
Lehran, a name I would grow to know well very quickly, had already heard of in fact, in hushed rumors tinged with reverie and awe. There he stood before me, among the crowd of townsfolk, like an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. He approached me, told me I had potential, and that if I so chose, I could hone it into true skill among the ranks of his fleet. The Northern Air Fleet. It was, and still is, a name that carries respect and pride. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and, seeing as I'd just killed off the entirety of my previous crew(captain included), I didn't have any place else left to go really.
And that's really all there is to it. I've said everything else that needed to be said before, so I'll leave the rest of my history to the annals of time. Still plenty left to be written after all, and besides, actions always speak louder than words. You don't need to hear my life's story to know who I am, you need only hear the roar of a Hwacha or the boom of a carronade to know the Huntsman comes for you.
I will make history not with the words I put here, but with my deeds as a member of the NAF.
My time as a hunter of men only truly started when I joined the NAF. Having been aboard so many ships, serving so many causeless slouches of captains, my reasons for fighting, for killing, used to be very much monetary. That all changed once I was ordered by my previous captain, a Corsair whose ship had been wreaking havoc on the Fjords for many a year, ordered me to get on the flamethrower and set fire to an innocent trade town. I would not repeat the very action that robbed me of my own family. I killed the sod with my own bare hands, threw him overboard, and blew the rest of the ship to the high heavens. I was welcomed into the town a hero, the one who finally rid them of a long-time predator.
That's when I met him. The Omega.
Lehran, a name I would grow to know well very quickly, had already heard of in fact, in hushed rumors tinged with reverie and awe. There he stood before me, among the crowd of townsfolk, like an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. He approached me, told me I had potential, and that if I so chose, I could hone it into true skill among the ranks of his fleet. The Northern Air Fleet. It was, and still is, a name that carries respect and pride. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and, seeing as I'd just killed off the entirety of my previous crew(captain included), I didn't have any place else left to go really.
And that's really all there is to it. I've said everything else that needed to be said before, so I'll leave the rest of my history to the annals of time. Still plenty left to be written after all, and besides, actions always speak louder than words. You don't need to hear my life's story to know who I am, you need only hear the roar of a Hwacha or the boom of a carronade to know the Huntsman comes for you.
I will make history not with the words I put here, but with my deeds as a member of the NAF.