Vall sat in his ready room sipping on a tall cup of coffee, his eyes diverted away from the meter tall deep bronze statue of a bucking horse with a cowboy on top and a thick marble base as he spun his seat toward the desk. Setting the coffee mug, a mug with the words “VFA-15” with the image of a bomb riding lion on the side, he nestled it in the normal spot near his small semi-vertical computer screen and key board. He thought for a moment on his reflection of when he first left for the Caldari Navy. Years of traveling between Caldari Prime and numerous outposts, and he missed his roots in the cattle lands of Caldari Primes western hemisphere, and his old horse Drifter ….

Vall began to speak into the air around him as he leaned back in the seat getting comfortable picking up his tall coffee mug and taking a long slow sip in the early morning hours as star’s passed by as if in warp outside the small semi-rectangular view port.....