I like to write so in this space I'll be keeping a log of bits and pieces of a story I am writing.
Log note 421
I'm Capt'n Hawkens, was a flight pilot with the 48TH Air Division.
Now, rebel, gunrunner, Supplies and anything of value to help in the fight against the United Foundation.
My real name is not of anyone's concern; I took the name of John as an alias for my trade. How I became what I am today was simple.
To tell my story, I have to tell you about her, and the first time I saw her in training. Her long black hair the glint in her dark brown eyes as she smiled, the small dimples in her cheeks that I so loved to caress. When I felt her soft sweet lips when we kissed and she brought warmth to my heart even with the smallest touch of her gentle finger tips I felt the flame between us.
It was in the in the early morning as we awoke in a small meadow on a hill overlooking large valleys of lush rolling green hills. I leaned over and looked deep within her eyes, all I could feel was the love and bond we had between us.
I gently kissed her warm soft lips as ship flew overhead; Looking up we watched as it made a sharp turn and opened fire on us. That was when I got my first taste of the Foundation and what it held for me as I held her tight in my arms and the light in her eyes slowly faded, the lovely glint no more.
From that day forward as the Foundation grew and took over other small planets one by one, I swore I would help all those in need in this fight against oppression.
I have a small ship with a small rag tag crew, but we do the best we can to keep the battle going to stop the oppressors and help those in need.
End log 421