Blackbird Lore
Inactive Member
Private Viktor Kingston wasn't present at the briefing. He was busy preparing himself to transfer, just like a few of his other teammates. After thinking about it he realized most of them were the veterans he'd signed on with. It would be nice to have familiar faces at his new assignment. These thoughts were interrupted by a message, however, informing him that the girl he'd nearly murdered (by accident) was stabilized and in a coma. A huge relief. His simple response was, "Please tell her Private Kingston sends his deepest apologies and wishes her well." He also appended his contact information as he hoped she would attempt to reach him when she came around so he properly recompense for her ill fate.
That sent, all his things were ready to go. They would shipped not long after he'd left, and was told they wouldn't be too far behind his arrival. He carried only a duffel of his personal items before making way to the shuttles. He arrived in time to see his old squadron start loading up for what he could only guess was their next mission.
With a smile and a wave he bid goodbye, "So long! Be safe! Phaedra, keep those greenhorns in line!" With that, he made his way onto his own shuttle, finding himself in the company of more than one recognizable character.
It was simple enough to say it was a comfortable ride.
That sent, all his things were ready to go. They would shipped not long after he'd left, and was told they wouldn't be too far behind his arrival. He carried only a duffel of his personal items before making way to the shuttles. He arrived in time to see his old squadron start loading up for what he could only guess was their next mission.
With a smile and a wave he bid goodbye, "So long! Be safe! Phaedra, keep those greenhorns in line!" With that, he made his way onto his own shuttle, finding himself in the company of more than one recognizable character.
It was simple enough to say it was a comfortable ride.
