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RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Exodus - 03-10-2015

A man in his 40's left the docks and headed towards the local bar. He was heading slowly, nervously turning his head left and right. The alleys to his left were dark and seemed to be calm. The road ahead of him was clear, not even a single soul was wandering around. He decided to stick to the walls so hugging the outer walls of the buildings to his right seemed to be the right solution.

"...the calm before the storm. Da, it seems obvious." he whispered silently on his hoarse voice.

Even though he was prepared for the worst on a crowded planet like Canaria, Anatoliy reached the bar where he was told to go without any problems. In the door someone pushed him while running away but he didn't respond to that. The bartender was standing behind the open door shouting something after the running guy which obviously didn't care. When he saw Anatoliy in his military like clothes with a gun in his hands the bartender raised his eyebrows and told him with contempt that no one is allowed in with a gun.

Anatoliy hid the gun, entered the bar and several dark visages were examining him. Then after a few moments they've turned back to their table and continued they dubious businesses. Some strange music was playing in the bar and beside those odd looking dealers no one was around.

The bartender handled over a glass of some kind of strong drink as a compensations to the rude introduction he made earlier. Anatoliy drank it and was carefully following the actions happening behind his back. The bartender saw that Anatoliy was on alert and asked him about his business.

"So my friend, what are you doing here in that uniform of yours, are you after someone?"

Anatoliy turned back and was examining his glass. "I'm here to... you know... I'm looking for people called comra..."

He couldn't finnish the sentence as the bartender interrupted. "Not one word more. I know what you are looking for and they are already looking for you as well. Just act normally my friend and you'll meet them." whispered quietly.


RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Tabris - 03-12-2015

Anatolly didn't have to wait long, the Ministry of Truth has been watching Canaria, having placed agents planetside under the threat of the Corsair invasion, some were meant for 'other' purposes such as recruit-hunting. The agent in question had been tipped off by the Bartender, the man he was talking to stuck out like a sore thumb, the Commissar was at least disguised in a Civilian jumpsuit one could expect to find a prospector from Dublin or the Omega Systems using, tan in colour and smudged with grime in some places. Commissar Chekov pushed his way carefully through the crowd, as quiet as a ghost he crept up on the man talking to the bartender before clamping his hand down on his shoulder. His voice was gruff and almost threatening when he spoke.

"You better keep quiet boy, asking around for us tends to draw the attention of somebody even less friendly than myself...Let's take this away from the nice man's counter and to a nice little corner-table Da? he asked before letting go of the man's shoulder, heading in the direction of a corner booth that should afford them some small manner of privacy. Sitting down while leaving space across from him for the other man to have a seat. When Anatolly sat down the Commissar stared him right in the eyes, his voice hushed but still audible despite the music and chatter in the background. " So...You are looking for the Sirius Coalition are you Comrade...Why?"

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Exodus - 03-12-2015

Even though Anatoliy followed the Commissar he wasn't sure if it's the right thing to do. When the man, who clamped his shoulders quite firmly a few seconds ago, offered Anatoliy a seat he felt that it would be the proper time to get a bit more comfortable and to calm down. He streched his legs under the table and leaned closer to the Commissar so he could hear him.

The eyes of the comrade were calming so as the voices of his. Anatoliy felt something he didn't for a long time. Seeing a real man sitting opposite him. AFter hearing the question he wondered a bit and looking in the eyes of the comrade, the answer was already on it's way.

"Why am I looking for the Coalition?... Hmm... Let me tell you this. There is an old saying that if someone is brave enough and has the patience to stare in the darkness in all his life, will be the first to see the sparkles of the light." Anatoliy deeply sighed then he continued. "I've spent my life surviving among the capitalists, fascists, zealots and people without a code. The descendants of the former Alliance are just a bunch of hypocrites pretending they are wise enough to lead the people." Anatoliy was nodding and continued. "We need the reds, the ideology to deter the rich and offer everyone the same chance. Sirius needs more than words and childish actions. We need to conquer the rebels and lead them with a firm hand. And I'm ready to do whatever is necessary to enforce the leadership of this single party."

He realised that he was almost shouting at the end so lowering his voice was a smart move. Forced himself to calm a bit then he continued with a husky voice. "I wish to contribute my human flesh and inner being to the Coalition. I've found the light in the darkness, now I'm taking the chance, be it a glorius day in my life or a dark ending in a coffin." Anatoliy leaned backwith his hands on the table and waited for the response of the Commissar.



RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Tabris - 03-13-2015

After suffering though the...Somewhat disturbing speech Chekov gave a small 'hrn' He folded his hands across each-other on the table-top, giving a dry glance at the man, even when he was at the point of near-shouting near the end as he looked at his watch, his reply was as dry as the look he gave the man earlier as he waited for Chekov's reply.

"Pretty little speech." He starts off before leaning slightly across the table, maintaining eye contact as he spoke on in that dry and almost uncaring tone of his. "However few in the Coalition are dazzled by pretty words that one might consider poetry, poetry does not help a man feed himself nor does it protect him from the stun-baton of a cop beating down a man merely because he bumped into the cop accidentally. We believe in actions rather than mere words. Without resorting to poetry tell me, are you willing to put your life into the hands of the Revolutionary Army, to go where ordered and to ensure that our People's Republic's beliefs are spread beyond it's home?" He pushes, his eyes hardening coldly as he stared down the man across from him.

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Exodus - 03-13-2015

Anatoliy eventually calmed down completely and the opinion of the Commissar didn't changed his temper. After the question was asked he wondered for a moment then he leaned forward and answered with stern face.

"I WILL do whatever the Revolutionary Army asks me to do. I WILL go wherever the People's Republic needs me to be. Yes Comrade, I will commit my life and strength to te Communist Party!" After a few seconds of silence Anatoliy continued. "I like to treat the opposers with my own hands. I will prove that my words are not just worthless poetry."

Anatoliy was satisfied. He was searching for the Coalition. Now it's up to the Commissar if the man sitting opposite him will be accepted or sent into deep space in a small urn. He leaned back again and waited. He was curious what will happen next but hid his feeling well enough to be unobserved.

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Tabris - 03-13-2015

He scoffs slightly, he's heard the same story over and over again, still the Coalition would weed out the fools with a God Complex and those who did not believe in the cause. So he folded his arms across each-other, leaned back slightly and raised an eyebrow at Anatoliy.

"Yes I'm sure, we shall see if you can back up those words or are merely blowing a bunch of hot air uselessly." He dryly sniped before reaching into one of his jumpsuit's pockets and pulled out a small pass-card, sliding it across the table with a bored expression the Commissar's voice pressed onwards with that same dry tone, almost monotone now.

"Take this and go to Hanger CC-18, there will be a transport there that will take you to our homeland. From there they'll take you to the Fighter Corps' base of Zvezdny Gorodok and you'll be inducted as a Junior Lieutenant. If you survive than good for you, however if you prove a disappointment you won't be remembered." He told him before waving him off tiredly, not wanting to deal with the man any further.

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Cheetah - 05-12-2015

"...uh, so, I must do this. I will be either accepted or dumped to space in a small urn. All my ancestors went through this. So I must do the same". Artem Stukov, a 22 years old man, was standing right before bar door on planet Gran Canaria, hesitating for a moment. USSR, Russian Federation, Eurasian Union, Coalition of Sol... these almost millenium old names were floating in his mind.

All of his family's past was bound with the socialism and all Sirius Coalition predecessors, starting from USSR, until the Sleeper Ships exodus. Almost all men in his family - a whole dynasty, in fact - were employees of Coalition-predecessors intelligence agencies: NKVD, KGB, FSB... well, y'know these. His forefather, Arkadiy Stukov (under false name of Mattew Stoner) had infiltrated the last bastion of imperialism, the Liberty sleeper ship together with a few more agents. After the Liberty settlement, the Stukov-Stoner family had to lay low for a long time, evading Liberty authorities' sticky noses and ubiquitous mousetraps laid for any possible spies. When the spy-hunt in ex-Alliance Houses had calmed down, Stukovs reestablished link with resurgent Coalition, quietly supplying it with valuable information about Liberty's technology advancements, expansion, known navy forces and their locations, acting in a role they were accustomed to - according to an ancient Coalition proverb, "there's no such thing as a former KGB man", so, they continued their work as agents, like most other Coalition personnel who managed to slip in the Alliance sleeper ships and who couldn't move to Omega-52 by some reasons. In their case, it was an understanding of the fact that they were much more useful for the Coalition as spies within Liberty, rather than working as a simple laborers within Coalition itself.

Artem Stukov was born in 800 A.S. on Planet Manhattan. When he was 7, all his family moved to Bethlehem Station in Pennsylvania. Although a space station may be unappropriate place to raise children, it was a great time for him, even despite his father, Andrey Stukov, arranged a difficult and complex system of home education for him, including extensive History course. In the childhood, Artem couldn't fully understand why he had to study the Old Earth history so hard, especially the history of late 19th - early 21st centuries. But later that appeared as an ideological basis: his father wanted to put in him not just some blurred ideals of Revolution, but full understanding of for what and why the Coalition members are fighting against ex-Alliance forces, why the Revolution is necessary and why they can't just softly reform the Houses to make them more socialistic. Unfortunately, one important thing that the education system didn't cover was fighter piloting, especially dogfight practics.

But circa 820 the real problems started. Liberty so-called 'law enforcers' started a full-scale counterintelligence campaign. To make things worse, many 'well-wishers' were involved into this, informing on their neighbors for a small reward. Eventually, Stukovs were presented with a choice: to escape to Omega-52 or to stay in Liberty and to continue doing their duty as intelligence agents of Coalition under heavy risk of being caught. They chose to stay. So, in order to shut excessively curious eyes looking for hidden socialists in Liberty's society (what a bitter word-play), Stukovs had to bribe all of those eyes' owners (in direct and indirect forms, like giving some expensive 'gifts'), then make some serious contacts with serious people both in government and other powerful structures of Liberty (which, by the way, would not only offer additional protection from LSF interest, but would also serve as a valuable source of information for the Coalition). That required a lot of money, and not for once, so, after all, that required a stable and big income.

Stukovs founded a small company named Stoner & Co. that specializes in small mining operations throughout Liberty systems, especially extracting helium in Pennsylvania, which proved to be a relatively safe, profitable and reliable source of money: though they had to start with a civilian Stargazer, quickly replaced with Sunburst, now they have a fully equipped Hegemon, piloted by Artem. That provided seemingly the best cover: hey, how a big, fat freelancer transport, obeying all laws of space traffic regulation rules and shooting rocks in nearby asteroid field may be a Coalition spy ship? Even children in Liberty know: a commie is an always drunk bear in ushanka with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a control stick of some dark, slender and creepy spacecraft in another, who doesn't care about any piloting rules and initiates docking with jump gates on cruise speed within few meters from it's "flaps" only a half-second before crashing into them.
Earned bucks, except a certain amount spent on food, fees&bills, life support supplies, repairs, countless bribes and all that expenditures accompanying life and business in the heart of wild capitalism, are used to finance operations of Coalition, Mollys, Red Hessians and other sympathizers of Revolution through a big net of fake accounts in many Liberty and Bretonia banks and credit card transporting.

But even though Artem had to make 'career' as a miner ship pilot in order to ensure his family survival, Artem never lost track of his goal: to make a feasible contribution to creation of society of equality, peace and freedom - not for that 'artifical filler' (with which Artem was fed up) like any place-name-of-House-here freedom, as false compared to real freedom as Synth Paste compared to natural, home-grown food. In fact, he sometimes dreamed of something similar to what was depicted in Ivan Yefremov's novel 'Andromeda'. Despite all that pathos, he had no illusions (oh well, almost no illusions) about his possibilities to make this real or even to make a small step in that direction if he would choose to act on his own.
What he can do alone? Destroy Houses' police, navy and corporate ships? That will not even scratch the Houses' dictatorship, but will turn him into a banal pirate. Join some group fighting against Houses, like Mollys or Hessians? Okay, maybe at some time they will overthrow the Houses, but what they will bring instead of corporatocracy? Anarchy? Democracy? Socialism? Will they be able to hold the power and to keep the political system which they will bring? Will they be able to deal with those who don't want to live by new rules, with all those criminals? After some personal contacts with Mollys and RH members, Artem understood one simple thing: despite their ideals, both of them can't build or, especially, keep a state. Even if they will try to build something like a political system, it will quickly sink in chaos. Only one power in Sirius seemed to both seeking the communistic ideals and being seemingly able to build a strong and stable state: the Sirius Coalition. Although it's internal structure was far from being perfect, it was no less far ahead of all Houses on the road to perfect state, and that's why Artem is seeking to join SCRA - same ideology, same roots, same goals.

"The Coalition was my family's past, and it may become my own future. If the Coalition will find something suitable for it's needs in such an useless scrap like me, of course", he mumbled to himself. Finally, Artem pushed the door and stepped in the bar, looking for a Commissar.

// OOC: Sorry for my terrible English, I'm from Russia.

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Tabris - 05-14-2015

Artem had passed a very muscular man in a tan jumpsuit when he felt somebody tapping on his shoulder, the owner of the hand in question was the jumpsuited man who had been waiting in the Bar for recruits to show up, nudging his head in a universal gesture to follow him he walked to a room in the back that was rather secluded from the mainstream hustle and bustle of the local Zoners and the various members of organizations that frequent Omega-49: Corsairs, Bounty Hunters, Mollys and many others from close by systems.

The booth that Artem was led to was occupied by a rather small man, he wore a gray business suit that the stereotypical corporate would wear, his short blond hair was combed to the side while his eyes tracked the newcomer as he was seated across from him, his expression was kept neutral as he sized up Artem.

"Mister Stukov, you lack subtly when you travel..." he commented, his right hand cradling a glass of scotch as he leaned back all so slightly, the muscular man blocking the exit from the booth with folded arms, staring down the much smaller men as if waiting for some signal to act.

"So what brings you to such a war-torn place like Omega-49 Mr Stukov?'

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Cheetah - 05-14-2015

"Please, let me make a small lyrical digression. My family's origin is the Coalition of Sol. First remained mention of the Stukov family dates back to 1928 A.D. Since the time of USSR my family was serving the ideals of communism, making it's small contribution to the construction of bright future. A future without exploiters who treat anyone around them as slaves, without all that money-makers, who in fact are just robbing the workers, without indulgence to low desires and other evils essential to capitalism. Society based on these vices is self-destructive by definition. People, whose natural and inalienable rights were trampled, will sooner or later fight for them (like Mollys did), because they're put before a choice: to silently die of starvation or to die on barricades, battling for freedom. Any society that indulge vices, especially those which are named as mortal sins by religious people, will simply vanish. For example, Europe in 2000s A.D. legalized and propagandized homosexualism - and in 2020's indigenous peoples of Europe found themselves on verge of extinction, quickly turned from ethnic majorities to ethnic minorities by influx of immigrants, who had a healthy system of moral values. Furthermore, capitalistic society, where personal interests are put above public concerns, automatically spawns internal contradictions, which can (and often do) outgrow in full-scale conflict or even be moved outside, turning into war of extermination, like the War of Sol. Ability of a war-torn society to resist external threat, for example, the Nomads - no comments. Especially taking into account that they have well acquired the 'divide and conquer' principle and are using it to full extent. After all, humanity must bury this decaying capitalistic social system - or it will drag all humanity to grave together with itself.
So," - Artem's voice filled with sarcasm, - "I might say that the instinct of self-preservation brought me here."

RE: SCRA Recruitment Centre - Tabris - 05-17-2015

The long-winded 'rant' obviously did not impress the seated man as he raised an eyebrow before he took a long drink from his glass. He almost looked like he was about to laugh with a half-smile slowly forming on his face as he folded his hands infront of him.

"Pretty long speech boy, however when a man is dying in the streets because there are no social programs in place nor access to clean water due to corporate control over all water sources it tends to ring hollow, particularly when the Government that was supposed to safeguard the wellfare of the people has failed and finds itself either controlled by the will of the Corporations or lustful with power invested in a single Monarch." the man calmly retorts.

"So Artem...Why do you seek the Revolutionary Army, why would they take in one such as yourself?" He presses, his smile turning ice-cold as his eyes narrow.