Mercenary group, the 8th Dragon Squadron of Patocuda, have recently agreed to an undertaking subsidised by the Guardians of Tranquility in a bid to maintain and strengthen ties with the Black Birds Squadron of Munfayl. The Guardians, famous for their mind bending Tarach spice, have have long been allied with the 8th but have lately found themselves at odds with the BBS over control of Jardovici system. Plans have been set in motion for the 8th to support the BBS both economically and politically as a gesture of good will by the GoT, who have no real agenda in Jardovici besides the peddling of their arguably dangerous wares.
Many high ranking members of the 8th Dragon Squadron have expressed a deeply rooted kinship with the similarly focused Black Birds Squadron stating that the current controlling party, the Jardovici Justice Party who, like their Federal benefac...
After a brief but bloody three day battle between the People’s Party of Asoorajara and foreign outfit, the 8th Dragon Squadron, it has been confirmed that Stableford Hangar has fallen to the invaders. Since their occupation of the nearby Patocuda system over a year ago, the 8th Dragon Squadron have begun making waves in other local star systems within the sector including the communist led Asoorajara system. Despite much resistance from the current political contingent, the local defence fleet were completely overwhelmed by the military might of the mercenary group...
At his sensor array terminal in the flight operations centre, operator Maxx Cantrell picked up the heat signature of a Saud Kruger Beluga Liner on an approach vector towards the station. As duty and protocol required, he opened up a comms channel and hailed the fast moving vessel.
“Saud Kruger Foxtrot Uniform Romeo, this is Coney Gateway Flight Control. Please abide by station law and submit a docking request before landing.”
Within seconds, the Beluga pilot keyed an auto-request to the station’s internal computer which would assign the first free landing pad capable of accommodating the huge ship, subject to clearance from its human controller. Cantrell’s fingers flashed across the terminal in an almost automatic manner.
“Docking request approved,” he responded, green-lighting one of the largest landing pads. “You may alight on pad four-two.”
Now that the votes are closed, we will be forwarding our in game faction details to Frontier Developments for approval. Hopefully there won’t be any problems and we can look forward to being recognized in game as a group and as an actual part of this awesome title.
Thanks to everyone for voting and for their valuable input with regards to system choice and government type.
Much to look forward to, Dragons. Lets raise a glass for the 8th Dragon Squadron of Patocuda!
“Sweet Mother of all Tucans!” yelled Furieux, gasping for air as he jolted awake and instantly smacked his pounding head in the darkness. He attempted to raised his hand to rub the pain away but discovered that wherever he was the space was restricted. It felt like a coffin. He closed his eyes and tried to recover his memories though the vision he had just experienced gripped him , refusing to unhook its vivid claws from his mind. His throat was dry. He wanted a drink. Any drink. Even water would do. He licked his lips and concentrated. He listened. The sound of a soft hiss and a slight repetitive tick interspersed with the odd digital bleep reached his ears. An escape pod. He had used one of these before. Why was he in one though? The Orca. Amir Raj and his small army of thugs. Thank the Mother for reactive armour. More memories came flooding back...