The new names are in place but temporary, like the wind, as much in transition as the levels of the players within each clan. One solid element is the unity of our crew. Any that waver tend to not last but if they dig in, they'll be true. Designing new banners has been in overtime, the strain of prepping for the next war was becoming evident. We may take our tattered Sigil in this next war as replacements may not arrive in time. Change is never easy.
The abrupt departure of our central crews xo shook many. The change was more than he could bare. More than once it's happened, the strain and stress being too much for some. The crack under the pressure, unable to stay and move on. Those tempered by the fires of change emerge stronger than before and the bond within each crew grows stronger.
“The General is stranded, waiting for an engine replacement. He won't make it back in time for this war.” I informed our crew after receiving his transmission.
“This will be our first without him!” Thane exclaimed. It was true, we always had his leadership to follow before.
“We will do our best as always. He'll be with us in spirit, rooting us on.” I knew this last strain could be too much. He barely made it last war, knowing an overhaul was long overdue but the replacement parts he needed were not accessible. “When he gets back, we'll have shiny new medals added on the wall.”
The prospect of more Gold and Silver was appealing. Each crew member tinkered with their fleet, making final tweaks in preparation. 'Semper Unum' resounds and we join together as we lock and roll.
Submitted by Deborah Roaché-Hudak #289133