In the wake of the defeat of Doctor Drake Novum, many Pilots looted the Vaults, Armories and Hangers still yet to be claimed by The Authorities. One pilot in particular didn't go for the Vaults. He didn't go for the advanced Armories and filled Hangers. He went straight for the heart of Novum's complex. The source of the problem. The Cloning Facilities that had caused all these problems before.
This Pilot, little did he know, was about to change the whole Galaxy. He was a lone Pilot, unable to find a band of people he could call brethren. Comrades. Family. While the War between Novum and the Clans waged around him, he saw an opportunity to cut off the reinforcements of Clones. but not without a cost. A terrible, terrible cost.
He understood that their was Cloning Facilities within the final Bastion of Drake and they had to be destroyed if Drake was to be defeated as well. As the final siege was in progress, he saw an opportunity to slip inside the facility in his little Nifthel. This, he knew, was a one way trip. He needed to do this in order to stop anything like this happening again. The threat of another war of clones was too high. This had to be stopped now. He ran to the walls of the Facility and blasted his way in, debris, dust and smoke hiding him from view.......
Submitted by Joshua Bourne #702128