He stood starring out the window, watching the solar system continue its turn around the sun. Watching the world below him. Watching a world he wasn't born on, but his heart had lived with his entire life. Matar, homeworld of the Minmatar. He and his crews had been fighting for this planet and its surrounding territories for over the past year and half, first as part of the militia and now as part of a pro -Republic alliance that did what it could against slavers and pirates who attacked Minmatar holdings.
Tiger Phoenix Phell, leader of the Phell Clan and Pilot for Electus Matari, stared out the window of his state room aboard the Pearl, a Stabber Fleet Issue Minmatar cruiser, thinking about where he had come in the last five years. From slave, to special forces solider, to Pod Pilot and Clan leader, in five years, a lot had changed for him.
As he stood starring out the window thinking about past events, there was sudden movement within his field of vision, as a Typhoon class battleship dropped out warp and came to a stop in orbit above the planet. His implanted Neo-Comm gave him data on the ship and he smiled as it showed him that the vessel belonged to the alliance.
The Typhoon was soon joined by a multitude of other ships bearing the registration codes of Electus Matari, ranging in size from frigates to more battleships.
He received a message through his neo-comm, "Tiger, looks like the celebration is about to begin, where do you want me to put the ship?" This came from his cousin A'dria Phell, who was at this moment piloting the Fleet Stabber he was aboard. He would have piloted the ship himself, it was his ship, but the Republic Security Service had to fire on him because of his security status with the D.E.D. So he had asked A'dria to fly the Pearl to Matar while he road as a passenger.
"Put us in an orbit pattern around one the cruisers out there." He turned away from the window and walked over to the desk in the room and picked up a small data pad.
He pressed a control on the pad activating the wireless link to his Neo-Comm. Bringing up his comm channel interface, he accepted an invite to the fleet channel that the alliance had set up for the celebration.Walking back up to the window to stare out at the fleet as they began firing torpedoes and other weapons to simulate a fireworks display.
"A'dria, link the local channel into the intercom, Ulf should be giving a speech."
After A'dria linked local into the intercom, Ulphus's voice was heard giving a speech to everyone one in system. As Ulf's speech came to a close a EM pilot called out "For the Republic" over the channel, which the rest of EM picked up. "For the Republic" being yelled by his crew throughout the ship, reverberating off the walls and becoming louder and louder.
As it died down Tiger toggled a control on the pad and severed the wireless link with his Neo-Com, leaveing the fleet comms channel in the process.
"A'dria, bring us into dock at the Station, we have a party to attend." Placing the data pad on his desk, he walked out the door and down the hall heading for the elevator that would take him down to the airlock.
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The lift doors slide open, and Tiger and A'dria stepped off and began walking out into the hangar berthing the Pearl and a shuttle that he would take back to Gulf.
Turning to A'dria, Tiger embraced her in a hug, "Get back home in one piece cousin, and don't get the Pearl blown to bits."
Returning the embrace, A'dria laughed. "Don't worry cousin, I won't even scratch the paint," smiling she held Tiger at arms length, "and you be careful yourself, a shuttle is hardly able to stand-up to any kinda fire power. Happy New Year Tiger."
Stepping back, "Happy New Year A'dria." he turned and began walking toward the guest state room where his Pod was housed. Looking back to A'dria he waved as she walked up to a door that led into a similar room.
Once inside his Pod, docking control authorized him to interface with his ship and undock from the station. His small shuttle slid out of the station, and once clear he set a course for the stargate that would start him on his journey home to Gulf.
Lets hope this year we don't run into any problems, he thought to himself as his ship hurtled across space.
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