The Porrima System was one of many across a large swath of space that made up the current border against the TEC Loyalists. It was a relatively new creation, as a result of the breakdown in the TEC itself and the separation into dual, competing factions. Admittedly the Rebels, as they were so called, were more focused on fighting the Vasari and the Advent, but that did not prevent the occasional flare up of violence. There was no full scale war yet, but no one wanted to be caught with their pants down and allow the other to get a decisive advantage. Not yet anyway. 

And that was why they were here, Erich Villaneuva mused to himself as he looked out on the sea of stars from one of the observation rooms aboard the Percheron class Light Carrier, as part of the local battlegroup. Beyond could be seen Garda flak Frigates, some Cobalts, and an Arcova, though this particular grouping didn't have any capital ships in it. 

But that was understandable, really. They were just a frontline reaction force, while the capital ships were kept more in reserve in case a full scale fight broke out, in which case they could sweep in and clean everything up. At least, as far as he understood it anyway. He was just a hotshot pilot after all, not a commander. 

"Man, this is boring," he said with a sigh aloud. Hardly any action, lots of drills, he wondered who he had pissed off in the chain of command to warrant this. Sure, he was a bit of a loose cannon, but in combat you had to think on your feet. Was that really such a problem? As far as he was concerned, the TEC could use all the talent they had if they planned to win this war.

Ah well, it wasn't his problem. For now he relaxed, waiting for their next drill or something else to pop up. One had to enjoy their off time while they got it, and he definitely would.