SCRA Recruitment Centre - Printable Version

The calm ticking stopped as Adrik snapped the watch closed and into his pocket, replacing the clock's modest sounds with the familiar clomp of his boots as he followed the woman. His face snapped attentively as they approached the room, a sudden wave of odors drifted into his nose. The pungent smell of cleaning material was masking the smell of blood, fresh by the scent of it, and he soon identified the source as they stepped into the office. He had seen this many times over in his life, hell he had caused it a number of those times, but something about seeing a man's head being dismembered and sprayed on a wall still gave him a sense of unease. Noticing his composure was slipping as the woman asked him to sit, he coughed politely to the crew and looked away from the mess, taking a seat across from the woman. Note to self, he thought behind his blank expression, don't piss her off. He watched her take her shoes off and put her feet on the table, a notion he might have mistaken as casual had he not seen the mess just behind him.

Adrik calmly accepted a cigarette from the pack, revealing a hidden matchstick that he had apparated from his sleeve whilst simultaneously lighting it, the seemingly natural slight of hand skills leaving a somewhat impressive display. He enjoys a hit of the cigarette, and began to speak as the smoke drifted lazily out of his mouth, his voice mild with a slight Russian accent.

"My name is Adrik Ivanov. I am a bastard child from Leeds, disowned by my parents I grew up on the streets. I've seen what the houses think of their poor and how they treat them first hand. It disgusts me." He pauses, and the cigarette glows brightly for a bit, smoke spilling from his lips as he begins speaking again. "I've flown around the other houses in Sirius, and it's all the same. The working class is dominated by the richer politicians and scammed by corrupt police. I hear you people want to change that."

Adrik sat still for a moment, and leaned back slightly in his chair, realizing he hadn't thought much about exactly how change would begin. His cigarette burned intensely as he sat for a seconds thinking, his right hand in his pocket feeling his watch's engraved surface. "I was hoping that your people would have a plan for reasserting order to this place. I assumed it would go something along the lines of putting the Coalition in charge and throwing out the corrupt government responsible for this mess." He paused for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh, and with it the smoke he had trapped from his cigarette."But I am just a lowly peasant in the scheme of politics, and it is not my place to be thinking of such things. I am merely here to help the side which I believe is just and fair. I am no leader. I am just a soldier of fortune, wishing to help your cause."

ID: Dmitry Dubovik
Target: Vladimir Duvnjak
Security: Personal comms

Greetings, Comrade.

You seem like not watching news of Volgograd agency are you? If you'd did you'd know that I have removed so called ''message-style'' applications for the SCRA. So you have to do it like everyone else this days. Get your lazy ass into spaceship of any kind you can, fly to the Omega 50 and land at Boa Vista station. There you will be directed to recruitment offices. In the main hall you will see Alicia - take everything she gives you and wait for someone from commissars to pick you up into nearby office. Once you got into it - you leave either dead or as pilot of SCRA. So do not say you was not warned. If you feel like job at Mykolaiv is far more safer for you - stay there. In SCRA we risk our lives more then you had sex with woman in your life. I also will send you something for you to read while you fly shall be on your way here, so you could know what the hell is going on about you and why you not accepted yet.

Dubovik out.

Attached files: Orders about Recruitment Boa Vista station Main info
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