Jack of Harts

I never thought that Ken Banno would end up flying off my wing. He was a worlds famous surfer from New Japan. I was a nobody from Northern Minnesota. But life is strange and he was an amazing person to have on my wing. Kenichi Banno was his full name, and he was a rarity in Los Angeles before Yosemite fell on it. He was a full-blooded Japanese raised up in the California-Surfer-New-Japanese fusion culture that dominated the city and its surroundings. He could Hang Ten on the waves in the morning and attend dinner with the Empress at night. All that changed after Yosemite turned his home into a water-filled crater, of course. It’s why he volunteered to serve. Though he was never as militant about his service as many of us were. And that was a good thing for all of us.

Jay Lovato fights the Battle of Earth every day. He wakes up, he pulls his suit on, and he goes out to do battle with politicians and newsies who want to see the Cowboys cut out. He makes himself a living, breathing example of the Cowboys for the common Earthling. He reminds them all of the heroic actions we take every day to save worlds on the edge of civilization. Because of him, the politicians have never been able to disband us. We are still members of the American military, even if a step or three removed. Even my own crazy Cowboys are at least tolerated on Alliance worlds. And when people call for help, we can still fly in and help them without having to fight too many jurisdictional battles. Never forget the battle Jay Lovato fights every day to keep this true.

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Jay Lovato walks a tightrope every day of his life. He’s a leader of the Navajo Nation. He’s a leader of the Cowboys. He’s the son of a rich and powerful family, with political influence throughout America and beyond. He lives and breathes Earth in all her flavors, and yet has to deal with all of us crazy yahoos who almost never come home. He stands between us and all the politicians and newsies on Earth who don’t trust us because we aren’t under their thumbs. I don’t always agree with everything he does or says we have to do, but sometimes his hands are just tied. Earthlings don’t understand what we deal with on the edges of civilization. They’ve forgotten what frontier justice is, and sometimes I think he has too. But he always has good reasons for what he asks of us. Never forget that.