Growing up in Pennsylvania was a singular experience. I was a scion of a Great Family of Earth, rich and powerful beyond the dreams of common men. We were born to be kings, princes of a nation that officially banned the very notion. We could buy and sell anything in all the worlds, but there were some things I found could not be purchased. A quiet night in front of a roaring fireplace. Conversing with friends over good cups of tea, and perhaps some scheming with drinks that had little relation to tea. Cuddling with girlfriends while watching a good movie. Long walks in quiet woods behind tall walls. It was a good life. A beautiful life. If you were a prince. I intended to change it all, once and for all. – Charles Edward Hurst.
Something I found growing up in Northern Minnesota is how beautiful it can be. There is nothing like a January or February snowfall, in the wee hours of the morning beneath a shining moon. The night air so clear you can see for miles to the crisp horizon, and the only sound is your boots crunching in the snow. The only breath of wind comes billowing from your own lungs, and your eyes ache as the cold sets in. Add a pretty girl or two huddling up for warmth, and you’re looking at the best place in all the worlds to grow up. It was heaven. It still is, and a part of me will always be there, enjoying that beautiful silence. – Captain Jack Hart, Cowboy.
Something many of us have missed in the last year is getting out and meeting other people. It is part of human nature to spend time with other humans. Even people like me who are perfectly comfortable with being alone for long periods of time, prefer to get out amongst our fellow humans from time to time. We may be very selective about the people we wish to spend time with, but we do tend to wish to spend at least some time with some people, from time to time. This weekend, some of my best friends got together to do precisely that. They threw a lot of dice at each other, blew up a lot of virtual heavy metal, and talked a lot of smack talk. Good times. I hope to join them next time. It’s good for the soul, don’t yah know?
The important thing to remember is that Texas Rangers are a peacekeeping organization. Yes, they can fight, and they can fight well at need be, but their primary mission is to keep the peace by diffusing situations that could threaten the common peace. Their primary area of focus is Texas and her colonies, but they have secondary jurisdictions throughout the Western Alliance. They often work with other Rangers, Knights Errant, Cowboys, or other similar organizations in the Alliance. As the common meme goes, when a Star Fury, a Starfighter, and an Avenger comes into town, there is liable to be some excitement in the near future. If more than one of each shows up, or if other similar organizations join the party, the virtual certainty of excitement increases on a logarithmic scale.
The Texas Rangers have continued to fly the F-2 Star Furies in the decades following War’s End. They have maintained a steady upgrade and refit program of course, but improvements have been more a matter of degrees than revolutionary changes. The Rangers continue to explore the actual limits of what the capable design can do, even as some of their fighters pass the two-century mark in absolute age. The children or grandchildren of those who first sat in the cockpits fly many of them, and it has become a tradition for proud Ranger parents to gift their old fighter to their children upon becoming a new Ranger. They are the symbol of the Texas Rangers, and the Rangers take care to drape their symbols in all the legends they can create. The better to terrify those who would threaten the common peace.
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