I cast Thread Necromancy to raise this one from the dead! Live! LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!
I guess it's my turn for a background story, eh? I thought it best to use this one instead of making another. You can accuse me of laziness, but you'd be wrong. I had to dig back a couple pages before I found it!
Anyway, without further ado, Bandit's back story!
Bandit had always wanted to travel amongst the stars. He also had a tendency for playing with things that went boom, which worried his parents despite the precautions he took. Taking advantage of his two most favorite things, they enrolled him in flight school once he was of age, gently hinting that he could become a fighter pilot and make things go boom in space. He jumped at the chance and passed with flying colors, taking high marks in his ability to turn the practice targets into scrap metal. At last, his parents could relax.
Then war broke out.
Despite getting shot up a few times, Bandit always managed to survive his dogfights, though he kept complaining that the kill drones were stealing most of his targets. He didn't join to watch a bunch of robots blow things up before he could! If his finger wasn't on the button, it wasn't his kill. What was the point?
All too soon, the war was over and all he could blow up was the practice dummies. As much as he liked the explosions, it just didn't have the same thrill. The AI was too predictable. He longed for the space battles with the rebels, to feel the thrill of having to deal with an intelligent and crafty opponent and to cheat death once more. First thing he did after getting home was go to Solidus' bar and raise a toast to him. Despite the cold welcome and his fence-sitting on the politics of the war, he felt it only right to honor a fellow fighter pilot who died in battle (even if it was from a shot by one of those gorram ruttin' kill drones). He left before he got into too much trouble, though he knew the other rebel veterans were touched by his tribute. He only wished they hadn't gotten such a bum deal after the war.
Still, duty was duty, and he had to show up for the gaudy spectacle that the Federation decided to put on. He felt it unnecessary, distasteful, and a dishonor to those who'd fallen in battle. Men lived and died by the unforgiving rules of space combat. The Federation might as well have built a latrine over their graves! Of course, he kept quiet about his views, feeling that they might start looking closer at him as a possible "traitor" to the grand Federation. At least he wasn't the only one to think so, as many of his crewmates felt the same, and it was whispered that the Admiral was of the same mind.
Unfortunately, the ones running the show did not agree.
So Bandit showed up for the "Victory Tour" all strapped in and flying in formation, and in a rather foul mood. He had half a mind to defect after all this pomp and circumstance and maybe start another rebellion. Maybe just a small, covert group who'd make things "inconvenient" for the Federation. But no, such thoughts were not proper for a man of his character, and his parents would not approve. They were proud of his service, though also felt that the Federation was being unfair. He did not wish to dishonor them.
However, when the Rebel Cry
broke ranks and started making a break for it, Bandit felt his pulse quicken. Someone had seized the ship and no doubt intended to spoil the ceremony. Maybe it was a former rebel. He'd get to face off against a real opponent! As the ship dodged his fellow fighters, heading for the Cygnus
(the newest in a soon-to-be long line of Dreadnaught-class Battlecarriers), Bandit began to smile. It was time to battle again, and he looked forward to it. He flew in with the rest of his squadron to intercept, the pilot apparently giving them more trouble than they thought. Just like a rebel would act without any weapons. It was unlikely he'd be able to defend himself at all. Bandit stayed close to the hauler, feeling a thrill at the near-miss by the bridge, knowing this had to be a rebel. Still, chances were good it was just some disgruntled citizen making a protest of the Federations decree, or perhaps an unscruptable character looking to make a quick buck. Who wouldn't love to own a piece of a real rebel hauler? The pilot's seat alone would bring in a good bit of money. He could hear the pitch now: For just a few hundred crit, you can have the pilot's seat of the
Rebel Cry! A rebel hauler during the war, this baby fought through several battles and ran plenty of blockades before the Federation caught her red-handed! Yours to own for a negotiably low price! Installation extra.
Whatever the reason, the pilot escaped pursuit. He felt a little disappointed, but knew that was the only real option for their opponent. Besides, they'd pick him up again soon with any luck, and then it would begin!
Sure enough, the Dire Wolf
, allowed one more term of service, found her prey and moved in. Bandit's squadron was dispatched in case any unforeseen incidents happened. It was a good thing too. The pilot didn't respond to the Admiral's hails, and just as the Battlecarrier was about to blow the hauler out of the black, he pulled a dirty trick. Bandit felt a surge of adrenaline (and perhaps a little panic) as the order to scramble came over the radio. He felt the best direction to go was opposite the Rebel Cry
. It was the right decision. Not only did the Battlecarrier absorb most of the artificial ion storm's rage, it also shielded him and the fighters from it. This guy was good! There was no doubt now. They were facing a rebel, and quite possibly a veteran at that. Orders were given to pursue and Bandit smiled as he found that he was the closest one, revving his engine as he went off to engage the enemy. He shrugged off the warning about debris. He'd flown through plenty of obstacle courses. What could a little debris do?
As it turned out, this time the obstacle wasn't painted in bright colors, and it was a lot bigger than regulation training debris. The last thing to go through Bandit's mind was a curse and one of the Rebel Cry's
After the whole thing was over and done with, the Federation wisely decided to revise their standards for the obstacle courses, partly in memory of Bandit's sacrifice, and partly due to his parents grass roots movement for more realistic training courses. After all, his Sly Cooper memorabilia collection fetched quite a price on eWay, so they were never short of funding.
As per his wishes, his funeral was held on his grandparent's land, with the rebel anthem and Amazing Grace played by a nervous band held at gunpoint. Despite his ignoble death, his parents were proud of him. He'd gone out like he always wished he would, right on the six of the enemy, ever ready for the fight.
That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
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