Alarm clock off.

Light on. .....switch.... Arghhh! Light off! Jeeez what a morning. Ehm....Light 30% on.

This is much better for my eyes and for my nerves too. „Uhhh man, what kind of dream was that?"

I shouldn't wonder about what happened, I could have dreamt of flying pink Ewoks buzzing round my head. I still can't believe how we all managed to get out of this. I still remember everything clearly. The whole fleet scattered into different parts of the galaxy and the El Pollo Diablo trying to hold the sector just as ordered. Swarms of rebels whirling around and just a few Pilots left to defend the strategically important space sector. Some of us, led by LtC Ste...ehm no Cma Stele now...just trying to get some structure into the battle, were fighting beyond believe; and beside us there were the famous guys from Alpha Squadron at that moment led by the legendary Twinblade kicking rebel butts where ever they face them. Fight followed Fight and the battle raised to a gigantic firework of Lasers, Ions and Torpedoes.

But suddenly, and no one..... except the technicians who checked the black boxes.....was able to say afterwards how long the battle really turned on, there was darkness.....but just for some seconds while my eyes tried to get used to the lost of light....then we all were able to spot out singular stars again and the tons of steel and plastics which were flying all around the sector. I heard a crack from the hyperacid „Report!" that was Stele's voice....eh „Richthofen clear" was my answer and I think if we hadn't have trained this so often I wouldn't have been able to say anything at this moment.

„All units return to the Frigate! Alphas pals be my guests on the El Pollo Diablo!" Thanks to LtC St...eh CMa Stele we didn't have any losses after the battle ended. He stared into the hangar until every single ship was landed. I am sure that he also sent a report to Nr50 before resting in his quarters. Yeah I truly wish I will be an officer like him one day (c:

That reminds me of my dream. I dreamed past night that Stele called me via intercom and told me that Kurt resigned from FL position because of reasons which wouldn't be any of my business and he asked me if I would take the FL 2 position. I said: „Yes sure Sir. This is the chance I have been waiting for and I won't ever let you down. Thx Sir for your trust." Or something stupid like that. How could I say‚ this is the chance I have waited for. What chance? The chance to give orders that could cost some ones live? The chance to sent my comrades into secure death? No thanks....I don't think that this is what I really waited for since I signed up. I would have never said anything like that ....never!

Above all these thoughts I haven't noticed that time is running away. But now I look at the mirror.....good that the shape shifter is gone....and I see the alarm clock standing next to my bed. „Damn!" I hurry to get washed, shaved...then I stumble....nearly fall...over my boots on my wa to the locker. I open it and take one of the uniforms hanging in the darkness of the locker and throw it on my bed. FEEEEEEEPP....'oh a call?'....

„Accepted!" Rookies face appears on the screen. „Morning Rich! What's that? Still not dressed yet? Stele will kill you. Hurry up! I see you in 2 mins ok!?" „Ok, ok!" I repeat while at the same time slipping into the uniform. „Intercom off!" I say while I leave the door.

I am running the way down to the cantina. In the first corner I nearly bump into a PL who I have never seen before. He just jumps out of my way trying to salute at the same time and while shouting: „Sorry Sir!"

Sorry Sir? These newbies are bringing my down to my knees. Just because they are new they think everybody is a potential superior. Jeeeeez....but, haven't I been the same like some months ago? Times are changing quickly!

There she is...the cantina door...I nearly pass it when suddenly Kurtje and Voodoo are coming out of the room. I salute them while jumping to the right without slowing down „Morning gents! No time now sorry!" They are both saluting back to me and Kurtje says: „No problem Sir! Was a long night yesterday especially for you!"

I am running a few more metres.....then I stop. „Häh?" I look at my right shoulder and my mind and body are freezing into stasis.

„Commander Stele to LtJ Richthofen. The XO LtJ Rookie told me you are just in time for the officers meeting, but now it's 2 mins past 8:00. Board time so would you please be so kind and... BRING YOUR SLIMY BUTT IN HERE WITHIN 20 SECONDS!!!!! PRONTO!!!!"