Sometimes there are no words, no cleaver quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right everything exactly right and still you feel like you fail, did it need to end that way? Could something have been done to prevent the tragedy in the first place?


Stars, how many there are out there, each dot another small glittering bulb sitting there arranging themselves in a chaotic mess that extends in all directions. So clear yet shy if you stare at them for to long. Slowly the chaos becomes patters and you can start to play with them, arranging them into faint outlines...

The stillness was broken by a a sudden burst of radio chatter. "Valk! Hey Valk! you awake yet? come on its my turn to sleep."

What a pain, it was so nice to just sit there and stare off into the darkness beyond. It was a shame that the war was still going on around them, more for the sake that she could stare at the stars that much longer.

"I'm awake. I'm awake." Her soft voice called back her eyes scanning over her cockpit getting her sensors back online as well as doing a systems check. Everything checked out perfect, no changes and it was likely things were not going to change soon.

Valk let out as sigh as she went back to star gazing. It had been two daze sense their extended mission had started, this was a special kind of mission that was only possible in space and with specialize logistics, Their job was simple to conduct reconnaissance and intelligence gathering, as well as perform strategic strike as well as provide emergency bomber interception in mission critical situations, how ever the last was not likely to happen.

The kind of special logistics needed for this mission was rather new, a squadron of six variable fighters would be sent out behind enemy lines, these fighters were a new model specializing in steal and speed, these fighters also had a new compact fold drive system that allowed them a high amount of mobility.

(got interupted and had to leave quickly will continue soon)