You never know when and where you will live the true moment. Right now, your backbone is shivering. The indecent skies lights are fullfilling your eyes. “Out there” is your call. Your though is full of empathy from the living masse of all others brains. “Mystère” is the name.
Well… Did you see the situation upon Kareah Security Post ?
People complaining about others people allready complaining ? Think of this in a bigger scale. Do you see that unpredictable chaos out there ?
Our history is unknow, that’s why others history are possible.
We are the unknowed, the Mystère.
Do you even know who you are, mind traveler ?
It is good to be knowed as the “peacefull maker” out there.
The idea is simple.
You are a freelancer, doing space travel on a day to day work, whatever you do, and you need to know something from out there, you need to talk about something, you need to get a message somewhere…
Go thru us !
We are diplomatic’s fliers.
On the other hand… We like to just fly the sky. Just…Fly…Out there.
“Oh sure, you can do that. I’m not sure we are going to stay in good term. But, nevermind.”
[Our charte is more a state of mind than some stricts rules. Diplomatie doesn’t needs robots.]
Oh, and we have families. We can’t be always on the road !