During the advent of the past few cycles spent orbiting this curious planet of Uranus, Drake Bornlander of the 45th squad Space Force Gamma had decided to disembark his private SEV (space exploration vehicle) without first checking if his park sensors were fully operational. He merely stepped out of his ship into the vacuum lock and then commenced standard boarding protocol.
His flagship was shared with five others, whom were supposedly selected through intense tests of courage and grit in order to live with him. The strangest part of this cohort though? They all had matching tattoos of a dark triangle inscribed around a square on their left shoulders. These five tattooes ones were all the remaining members of the legendary Beta squadron after the Great War in the skies, circa 2000 B.C.E.
I, Aeisgarius, Drake's former commanding officer(retired), am here to tell you a story of love and war, warmth and regret, and of true friendship.
Throughout the course of Uranus' history, the planet was cultivated for it's strong nitrogen content. Strong simply means that the nitrogen isotopes were abundant in number in this realm of the universe. As it stands, Uranus was originally settled by the first sentient lifeforms in the past millenium, or so the Gamma squad thought. In fact, the planet was actually a fusion of dualism and theocratic magitech as its ruling ordinances.
The coexistence of Buddhist practitioners and true Magecraft had evolved the sentience of the planet to be of a natural feminine shape and hue. However, due to earlier wars and devastating emanations from the sol system's sun during the earlier half of the millenia, Uranus' core was rotted and gutted.
At times, Drake missed his original planet and local moon combo, his own Earth and orbiting moon. However, he was assigned here on a whim that helping himself to the Buddha's offerings located in the local flagship of the Space Force Gamma could in fact raise his longevity with members of the opposite gender and sex.
Stepping back into this present time and age, I begin my story from the perspective of one of Drake's most trusted maid's on the flagship of Drake, which he called the Spaceflight Akali, supposedly to honor one of his fallen comrades in an espionage mission back in covert ops training to become part of the local space force on Earth, roughly 200 Uranus years ago.
"Okairi, commander Drake!"
"Why hello, Faris, how do you fare tonight?", Drake said after glancing briefly at his watch located on his left wrist.
"Just fine. However, your ship diagnostics are in. I need to reboot Akali's landing sensors before the next cycle."
"ahem, that won't be necessary, dear Faris, please remember that only I may per- wait, is that chicken I smell roasting by the flame?"
"Yep, sure is, Drake!" I muttered under my breath as I shut down his ship and commenced proper procedures to end his ship diagnostics without it triggering his bird to catch aflame.
every Uranusian knew that they had a limited life span on their planet before being recycled into the void generation device located somewhere within the core of the planet. I had only two cycles left with my dearest commander. So I wanted to make sure his best landings could be made with Akali.
"hey! may I take that bird off your platter, Faris?"
"Oh. Understood commander Drake." I stammered after feeling the blood rush up to my genetically modified cat-like ears.
I grabbed his cockatiel off the platter and immediately rushed to the roasting chambers.