You’re looking at the newest ship in the Beowulf Squadron fleet, the Agamemnon.
And here is the proud owner and our newest Admiral…
Yes, through long hours of perfecting his skill and with the support of the whole squadron, Jaegen Fenris has earned his promotion to Admiral and acquired a brand new gunship. He’s been busy getting her ready for service. From the impressive bridge…
To the well appointed crew’s quarters…..
the functional droid bay,
and the opulent Admiral’s Quarters…
….the ship is simply gorgeous. But I know Admiral Fenris. He won’t be satisfied until he can point her at the stars, start the engines and take her out into battle.
Since Bermuda’s return, I’ve been making every effort to spend time with him. I know him well enough to know that he’ll soon be off to explore other galaxies… and it’s likely many months or years will pass before he returns again.
I went with him the other night while he worked. Under cover of darkness, he took care of his business…
I stood at a safe distance and tried to concentrate on my crafting. I know there are many unsavory aspects to the work he chooses to do, I just usually have the luxury of not thinking about it. I know he’s a good hearted man and I trust the folks he deals with are getting what they deserve. I trust that enough that I did pull my gun out and provided back up when the situation got a bit sticky.
We spent the day driving from here to there. I crafted a few things along the way… but mostly I just enjoyed being with him. The vendors will still be there long after he leaves.
One of the more odd things I find being a member of the Beowulf Squadron is the procedures and protocols. I’m not terribly comfortable with the titles, the saluting and, yes, the uniform.
Thus far, Captain Fenris has been accommodating. He’s either not bothered by my lack of military graces or else manages to keep quiet about it. While I appreciate that, there are still times when I just feel out of my element.
The promotion ceremony was a good example. It was one of the rare times Captain asked me to wear my uniform. I always feel a little guilty putting it on. It’s a privelge I’ve not really earned. I always think it’s a bit deceiving to those who see me there, dressed like those other highly skilled pilots. I don’t want anyone to assume I have talent or long hours in the air like most of our members.
Nor do I want to have members themselves take offense. I sometimes think I can’t win either way. Arrive in my uniform and risk someone thinking that wearing it shows a lack of respect for those who’ve earned it. Skip it and I risk someone thinking that I’m so full of myself I’m exempt from the uniform guideline. I’m not sure which is worse.
Which is why I’m going to stick with my policy to wear it only when I’m asked to. And hopefully they’ll all let me stay even though I don’t quite fit the mold…. or the uniform. 
