Nice story, grabbed my attention. Keep writing mate, you do it well.
Also put this in the treasure vault, it is a gem!

I agree with Draycos. This isn't related to Spiral Knights.

Wow.

Personally, writing can be a way to let loose, and if good enough, can be made into a book. Ill show you mine when I have access to the comp (it is sort of dark slightly).

Sorry that my story took so long to arrive. I couldn't find my usb...but here it is. (Note; I still didn't decide on the names yet.)

Prologue
_________ woke up from the nightmare. He could still hear the screams faintly in his mid, fading as the people responsible for it faded out of existence. Although he wanted to commit suicide, something always prevented him from doing so. Did they still want him to suffer, and if so, why? He was unfit to lead, to fly, to fight as he once had, for all of his fight had gone out of him. He had lost everything connected to his past, even connections to the resistance, something that he himself had assembled. He had lost everything g except his one precious ship...his first; the F-5. By shining and cleaning it, it was the only thing that kept him sane...yet insane, both as a thing to do in his now career less life and as a connection to his past that he refused to sever. As such, it was always kept gleaming and in working order, yet unused, always. After all, nobody knew when somebody would find him and ask if his F-5 was for sale. And he would tell them no. Why? Because he…he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the same reason why he didn’t commit suicide even through all the pain he had to suffer from not doing so. He never forgot the pain, yet lacked the mental resources to heal himself. Then one day, someone came back that changed his life forever…again.
Chapter 1: Remembrance
“Hello _______,“ said ______. _________ stumbled back from the door that he just opened, that had served as a barrier to his past and the outside for all this time, for he had a large house on a livable planet with all the things he would ever need…and then ____decided to show up. “How did you find me? I could’ve sworn..-“
“We need your help.” ____didn’t know what to think of this random occurrence that ruined his categorized but painful existence, something he knew just might change everything. Whether or not he could handle his change was something he doubted. “For what? What could you possibly need me now for? I’m utterly useless now to the cause I worked for decades for….what could you possibly need from me and my wretched self?” “We need you back to lead us,” said______
“Forget it. There is no way that I am leading you again after all that happened,” said _______ “I know what you think, but-“ “You know what I think? I think you just want to torture me again, make me go through all of this pain again. That’s all I would do if I went back there!” ______ shut the door in ___’s face, and walked away. However, he could still hear a faint voice from outside. “Just….reconsider the offer. At least we need your knowledge…..we can’t win without you.”
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Flashback I: Thoughtfulness
“Ready to suit up ______?” said ______. He was proud of all the people in his squadron and his close friends. Not only had they gotten better with the new technology, new members were joining every day. Of course, they always had to stop and check for the Government backgrounds, but otherwise, nearly all proved to be excellent in their piloting tests. Some who didn’t did fine, and could be helped before being put into combat. After all, it was only a matter of time before they finished the design and built the ultimate weapon that would win the war and stop the trivial exchange of energy blasts. Right?
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Chapter 2: Remorse
_______sat down at his table and pondered his internal conflict. On one hand, he now realized that going back just might help him, resolve the conflict that he had struggled with all this time, of pain of his past and of worry for his future. However, it he went back, it could possibly definitively drive him completely insane, a raving lunatic incapable of emotion. They needed his help seemingly…but now that he thought of it, he just might need their help more than they needed his. The more he reflected upon his current condition, and the more he mused over the offer that _____ made to him, his willingness to refuse weakened, but he still was worried about how much this action just might do to him. He went into his garage, where his F-5 sat, motionless, gleaming, but somehow still faintly showing some of the scars attained in the war that it was in…and that he had fought. Whether he was brave enough to face his past and change his future…he did not know. He opened the cockpit of the F-5 and sat down in the fighter’s seat…remembering the feeling of being a pilot, and remembering all of the pain that he felt in his last flight. He fought it, the emotion, the sensation, the memory, when suddenly…it all stopped. He kept the memory, but felt the pain no more. He had decided, although it had been a hard decision, to go back and face down the government again, after all these years of hiding, believing that hiding would keep him safe. Now…he would come back, his resolve stronger than ever. Whether or not he could handle his memories was bridge that was to be crossed when he got there. He closed his cockpit, closing himself inside, and opened the garage, one that led to space, and flew out…away to the coordinates of ______, near Pluto, the closest base of the resistance that he knew by the time he left. Whether or not it still existed, he did not know, but he figured that if anyone was waiting for him, it would be there. As he waited for warp to get him there, he thought about his past…
Flashback 2: Worry
______ wondered as he sat in his study if what he planned was the right choice to make. By developing a super weapon, it could not be kept a secret long; for it had a very large payload. Considering that it was supposed to deliver a large amount of explosives, there was always a chance that the blueprint could be stolen and sent to the government, or worse, have the completed project either destroyed right after completion, thereby destroying their own base….or have the completed project stolen and used against them. All of these would result in the instant destruction of the main base of the Republic, and therefore would not only disband it as a whole, but also would destroy everything that he built; all would be in vain. It seemed that with great risks came great possible consequences…..
Chapter 3: Return
As he finally arrived at Pluto and finished mulling over his thoughts of the past, he was hailed by a friendly comm, his friend ______, the same that had visited him earlier. “So, you decided to come back to help, eh?” ______ sighed. Although he had wanted a bit of a warmer welcome, he guessed that he would have to settle for a one ship greeting. “Good to see you too, ____, and yes, I have come back to help…because I only hope that I will do better this time than I did last. ________’s voice softened. “You did well, _____. ‘Most everyone can attest to that. You will do well this time, but you also did great last time you were the head.” “Yes, it seems many might agree to that, but not the lives I sacrificed for my stupidity. Lead the way,” said _____. “Still as sharp tongued as ever, I see…maybe even more. You’ve changed, Cap, and not necessarily for the better,” said______. “Anyways, I’ve sent you the coordinates. Warp there in 3, 2, 1.” As they both blasted off, ______ still wondered if he was making the right decision. “Well, it’s too late to turn back now, he said to himself,” and continued the warp. As he arrived at the new base, he was hailed by many people, mostly former people, recruits he had known, and soldiers he had fought alongside with, and for the first time in a long time, he smiled, a wide smile, such that he had done before...before the disaster had happened, and which had nearly made him insane. He pulled into the hanger, and had the nearly dreamlike process of settling down onto the manmade station, of having his plane put in a station instead of a garage that he had built himself. He shook hands without even knowing who they were, and headed straight for where his assigned cabin was to be. Before he could make it and even get a rest, however, he was intercepted by a messenger. "Hello Sir, the commanders need you at the bridge..." ____ finally snapped. All he had wanted was a good night's sleep after his long journey, and the fact that he was being commanded to go to the bridge outraged him. He had nearly driven himself insane working for the Republic, and as soon as he came back, they wanted him to work, to be used as a tool? "Tell them that I will be on the bridge tomorrow morning, no more, no less! " "....yes Sir." As he ran off, ____sort of felt sorry that he snapped at him. After all, he always kept to the motto, "Don't harm the messenger," and now he had broken this self-imposed rule of his. As he reached his bed and fell asleep, he dreamt dreams of times long past; nightmares of times long past.
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Flashback 3: Truth
They had finished the designs; the war with the government would be over, and the conflict would end. _____ sighed in relief. After all these years, and all these casualties, it would finally be over. It seemed too good to be true, no matter how much effort they had put in it. He was about to fall asleep, happy with his day's long work, when suddenly, over the intercom, rang out the announcement that would change his life forever. "Code 0! The plans for the proton fusion missile has been STOLEN!" This got _____ straight out of bed. Something of this magnitude, it was terrible, for any situation. He gained a sickening feeling in his stomach. Something like this...he had put the plans under extreme supervision, only allowing the tops of the Republic, and his wife, ______, access to it, just in case they needed to modify it. Therefore, it had to be one of them who had stolen the plans. He was responsible for this possible tragedy in the making, and it was all his fault for not putting it under even closer supervision. This...this was a self-created nightmare.
Chapter 4: Doubt
He woke up from the nightmare just as the realization in it came. Once again, the specter of self doubt awakened in him. Was he strong enough to stop himself from going insane, to lead the Republic again, and possibly to victory, something he had failed to do before? He sighed and looked at the time, which was 4:30 AM. After all, official time didn't exist out in space, away from any planets, at least as far as he could see. He went to the bridge; no doubt the high command was waiting for him there. As he arrived, he shook hands with familiar friends and met with unfamiliar people. "So, what's so important that you had to ask for a half insane man who lost nearly all his will to fight but is willing to come back to dish out a bit of advice?" "Well, now that you put it that way...." said ____. He had led one of the higher ranking squadrons when ____ had left."