As an independent mercenary unit based in the Patocuda system, the 8th Dragon Squadron bear no allegiance to the Empire, Federation or Alliance, nor do they pledge fealty to any smaller governmental bodies. Loyal only to themselves and their contracts, their motto, ‘Ubi Concordia, Ibi Victoria’ meaning ‘Where there is unity, there is victory’, aptly describes the solid foundations on which the group is built.
The 8th Dragon Squadron are a long standing Elite: Dangerous group with a rich history in manipulating the game’s political and economical background simulation...
After docking at Coney Gateway, Idlewally made his way to his home away from home, the Star and Garter, the place where every adventure of note started, and the place where every mission was celebrated. He was looking forward to seeing some familiar faces after almost one Earth year working undercover for the Dragons, but as he walked through the doors of the bar, while heaving with activity, there was not a familiar face in sight, even the bar staff had changed.
Regardless Wally headed to the bar, hoping beyond hope Furieux hadn’t laid eyes on the case of Lavian he stashed with the barkeep before his mission began...
There have been celebrations in Patocuda once again, as General Kent Blackburn’s military campaign for dominance of the system took a huge downturn in recent voting. Current reports suggest that his failure in this latest election has resulted in a change in ownership of Fernao do Po Port, with Patocuda League withdrawing their operations from the station and leaving control in the hands of the 8th Dragon Squadron.
All attempts at contacting the Blackburn administration have been met with silence, though one reporter did manage to catch a sound-bite as the general boarded his ship:
“…cking pisshead, drug peddling, pirate… maniacs!”
Ships belonging to Dia Riordan were recently seen docking at Bentham Hub, coinciding with the arrival of Blackburn and his staff...
Latest polls from the election in Patocuda indicate a landslide victory for the 8th Dragon Squadron; a faction accused of allying themselves with Archon Delaine by the Patocuda League and current head of their election campaign, Dia Riordan. Initial reports suggest that control of Bao Orbital has already been handed over to 8th Dragon security forces, with Riordan leading the retreat of the Patocuda League’s infrastructre staff from the extraction outpost.
While Dia Riordan was unavailable for comment, this begs the question – what is going on with the political landscape in Patocuda? This is a huge turnaround in what seemed to be a forgone election result for the Patocuda League...
Patocuda’s 8th Dragon Squadron have issued a response to the highly controversial allegations made recently by rival party Patocuda League just before the latter’s call for election was announced. Patrician Vayda Macias firmly denies Patocuda League’s political high flyer Dia Riordan’s accusations suggesting the 8th Dragon government has ties with Harma crimelord, Archon Delaine.
Macias was insistent that she had no knowledge of any government personnel who might be in talks with the criminal group, yet stated that she “cannot speak for” the original founding mercenaries who despite their highly secretive and autonomous hierarchy, are said to remain in the legislative sidelines.
“Mrs Riordan’s speech was based purely on hearsay and rumour-mongering,” Macias said, “I can say with utmost confidence that no one member of our cabinet has ever dealt with,...
Patrician Vayda Macias, Mission controller for the 8th Dragon Squadron, stormed into the noisy Star & Garter on Coney Gateway as if she were on a mission herself. Her point of focus was a male pilot propping up the bar, laughing as he reached towards a row of small shot glasses and readying himself to play a favourite drinking game with a fellow barfly. Typical, she thought, but I’ll soon knock that smug grin off his intoxicated face.
She made a beeline for for him, roughly bumping shoulders with off duty miners, drunken traders and suited SysAuths and punched her target hard in the arm as he was downing a shot. He spluttered and choked on the drink.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re playing at, Furieux?” she spat angrily over the noise.
The tall commander winced and took a moment to rub away the pain before fixing her with a cheeky smirk which only...