User:Knappekat

=Knappekat=

Knappekat is a new pilot, just out of Flight School. Or rather, he's graduated from the Echo Academy of Flight, but maintains the old school ties. So far, he's been trading around the Core, trying to earn enough to keep his mechanic happy and his Seahawk in good repair.

=Character Bio= Full Name: Anton Knappekat Call Sign : Kilo Kilo (FS days) / Knap (lately) Craft :

CR-4P

Mastiff

Seahawk

Hades

=Character History= "Let me just say this about myself. I'm just a regular cat. You know, big family, dad not around much, but it was no big deal. We did all right. Hey, I got to go to Flight School, right? Sure, I had a scholarship, but it wasn't a full ride. Not that I was proud of having more stuff than some kids, or jealous of the rich ones. No, we did all right.

Oh, and Flight School... I really liked it, especially the flying. Actually, only the flying. All the history and political science and such... well, I just couldn't help but see it as silliness. The math I got. I just hated it. My stomach still clenches when I see an E6-B Flight Computer. But you gotta plan the flight and fly the plan, just like we were taught from day one. Don't want to have to row home, right?

I suppose now that I've got a few hours under my belt (I've even got an employee!) all that poli-sci stuff makes a bit more sense. Still seems awful silly. If you ask me, we all ought to be making a more-or-less honest buck, and keeping Skytopia running. And making sure these kids learning to fly don't end up in a circle of ripples."

"Wow. A lot has changed since I last wrote. Let's see...

Well, I've tended bar some, made a million or two, bought a Hades at long last, and I've been almost everywhere but Uuwerk and Grottopolis. That's all news.

Oh, and one more thing. Schala. My girlfriend. (If you're reading this, honey, I was saving the best for last!) I certainly can't forget her. Best thing that's happened to me since... since learning to fly. What a lovely li'l fox.

Talon Karrde is mostly to blame for Schala and I getting together, so that means I owe him favors until the end of time. The only problems are, he never calls in favors, and he spends most of his time in the second most dangerous occupation in Skytopia (right after being a pirate in a CR-4P): running the Rotor and Prop tavern.

And that's that. I'll write again if anything new crops up."

"Long time, no writing. Not in the old "Dear Diary," anyway. Been busy, in some ways, not at all looking at it another way. Got shot up and beat up a while ago; screwed up the crash-landing and now I have a bum leg and an iffy back. They say any landing you can walk away from is a good one - I got dragged out. The Deibel IV's back on track, though, even if it's mis-matched now. I kinda like it unpainted, though. Shows its history.

Schala's a sweetheart, like always. We've both been working a lot though, so... well, it all goes toward retirement, I guess. Not many other folks I've been inclined to spend time with - furs seem to try my patience these days like nobody's business. Speaking of trying my patience, I have a headache, so this is it for now, ol' diary."

"Ha! I'm doing a little better keeping up with this journal. The news that warrants such a timely check-in: I am no longer a member of the Flight School faculty. I've gone to Fuseli and signed on as a lieutenant in the Crimson Armada.

I'll not go into the details of why and wherefore... that's between Flight School and myself, mostly. Suffice it to say, I find myself more appreciative of a law and order approach to governance. It's the right place for me to be right now. This has poor Schala worried, of course. Can't say I blame her; this job isn't entirely without risk. I hope she'll cope, because there's no going back.

And it seems I have the duty, so until the next time."

"'Seems like a huge deal just to pick up a pen again. It's been a long time, I guess. Since before the storm. I must be feeling better, if I'm writing this, but bugger it all if I can tell the difference. Spent most of the storm holed up at ma's house, and traded in the Deibel for a loss. I've been back out, got a decent plane again (the Yardbird, another Hades) but it just feels like going through the motions. At least I'm faking it well enough, I suppose. I get through my assignments from the Armada, and make a little scratch on the side, and that's about it.'"