SCRA Recruitment Centre

[mtjsmith]

Xu shook his head disparagingly.

"Ask yourself why would I check any forged documents you bring to me. Why would I believe a single thing you say?"

He sighed and clicked the shotgun, loading a round into the chamber.

"Last chance. Explain why the Candle-Lit Vigil was so important, and apparently why you did not attend."

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[Havok]

Aaron sighed as he heard the click, his gaze moving down the the floor, he took a deep breath before speaking

" I guess i ak not in a position to tell you to believe or do anything , Commandant, and i cannot give you a reason as to why or why not you should believe me."

Aaron looked up again , humbley , he looked at the Commandante and spoke calm, confident words

"The Candlelit Vigil was important to honor our true leader and Ikon Katz. Not that impostor Ling, who took his "liberty" in assuming commands after Katz vanished, unkown to be dead or alive. It was to show our alliegance to the true Ikon of Ikons. When i heard of the vigil being held, i did join about an hour after it started and my father had gone to rest. I had joined a small vigil that had started in my neighborhood, and we marched to soon catch up with the big vigil. So as to answer you directly. I did attend, Comrade Commandant, just not from the very first second, but later."

Aaron looked at the Commandante, he was lowly mumbling to himself making his peace qnd asking his late fathers forgivness if he failed, he fell silent, waiting for the flash

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[mtjsmith]

Xu sighed.

"And once again you lie. Did you not hear the wailing? The screaming?! It wasn't a protest but the people were in mourning! People weren't there to show allegiance, but to pay their respects! They were mourning their fallen leader and were inspired by rumours of him being alive. You bore me."

He fired the shotgun into the recruits chest. Watching him fly backwards, his last moments alive were spend looking up at the Commandant.

"Spies will be routed out by me "Comrade". Remove this one from my sight and throw his corpse out the airlock."

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[Junes]

Another shuttle landed on the Trotsky, another potential recruit made his way to the recruitment office. Uprightly and decisive he headed towards the secretary, attempting to keep a warm smile on his face. This man was Vladimir Orlov. He had heard the Coalition's propaganda and their call for new recruits on the broadband broadcast channel. "Hello, my name is Vladimir Orlov, I've come here to be recruited by the Coalition." Alicia, the secretary, threw a glance into his eyes, for just a snatch her gaze adhered in his eyes, it was the eyes of a determined man, one who would not act without deliberation, one who would not shy away from dangers at once. Vladimir was given a small pamphlet and was ordered to wait.

[Kiith]

"Hey, idiot, time to get up, we're there" With an impatient look at him the pilot of shuttle 7 threw something not really defineable at Lev. Lev Andropov, just one of 9 young men and one woman that arrived with the shuttle on the Trotzky. He was just 2 seconds to slow, at least in the pilot's view. Not trying to become faster, Lev slowly took off the seat and threw a glare at the pilot, that would kill him if it would be possible. Lev seemed to be a bit stocky, but full of muscles. Though he wasn't the kind of man who beats people up. "Okay okay, I'm already gone!" raising his hands slightly he left the shuttle without looking back while the pilot turned around with a loud sigh and prepared the shuttle to take off again.

Lev never saw a coalition cruiser lik the Trotzky was one from inside...at least not before it was finished. Of course he participates in building this things from time to time as an engineer, but usually everything looks less impressive. Maybe because it isn't finished. Maybe because Lev just got used to it. Walking to the recruitment office seemed become an endless act, although several signs did show him the way. When he finally entered the room, it was already full of promising looking souls, but at least as much burned out guys who maybe just searched a method to get a death that is really painful. They would get it here, for sure.

"Lev Andropov, I am here to apply for the Coalition". In the end, it was senseless to mention that. Who in this office, except of Alicia, was not? Though he got a pamphlet into his massive hands that seemed to be too small for holding it. With big steps Lev headed for a free chair to sit down.

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"What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"

[mtjsmith]

Xu hit his intercomm button.

"Alica, it seems we've got the lounge filling. Please send down Comrade Vorshevsky."

He lifted himself from the chair and calmly poked his head out the door. His eyes set upon Orlov waiting in the lounge. He pointed at the recruit.

"You pathetic excuse for a doorstop. Get in here before I get annoyed."

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[aznremix416]

Well well, more people to jettison out into space Vorshevsky muttered as he entered the recruitment office. He sniffed around as the smell of gunpowder and death already began to fill the area. After taking a quick glance around the Lounge he set his eyes on a recruit.

The SCRA recruitment officer pointed at Lev.

You, come with me

Two heavily-armored guards escorted Lev to a dark and gloomy room. Inside was simply a desk and two chairs, lit by a single lamp hanging down from the ceiling. The two Coalition guards stood sentry near the door.

Sit

Both men sat down opposite from each other; and to the recruits surprise, Vorshevsky gently set down a pistol in the middle of the table. He slowly leaned back into his chair, making himself comfortable


Tell me boy, do you think you can grab that gun before I can get to it?

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[Kiith]

After Lev sat down on the chair in the waiting room, it went quite fast. Faster than expected. The commissar and two soldiers, hidden behind a massive armor, brought him into the room where it will be decided.

"That gun?" He took a short view on the weapon laying on the table.

"Is that some kind of...reflex test or what, Commisar...?" A second short look at the gun. As Lev noted he stil did not answer the question, he added.

"Well, basically I think I could..."

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"What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"

[aznremix416]

"You think..."

With a quick and sudden move Commisar Vorshevsky stood up, grabbed the gun, and pistol-whipped the stunned recruit. Lev was knocked back in utter shock. The guards started to move towards the recruit, but Vorshevsky motioned them off. Towering over him, he began to speak in a deathly tone.

"When you think, it means you are unsure! When you think, it gets you killed!"

The officer grabbed the recruit by the collar, who was bleeding heavily from the head, and rose him face-to-face with the enraged Vorshevsky.

"You always need to know! Especially when it comes to taking another's life!" Vorshevsky threw the recruit down to his knees, cocked his pistol, and jammed it into Lev's forehead.

"Who sent you spy!? The Corsairs, Rheinland? How much are they paying you?!"

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[Kyte_]

Masha.Biach stood quietly in line awaiting her turn to speak to the woman behind the desk. She did not allow her eyes to roam from the point behind the nape of the neck of the candidate directly in front of her, but her vision was not impeded, as she had learned to use her peripheral view and other senses to orient herself while standing at attention. The sound of the shotgun blast did not shake her conviction, if anything, it strengthened with each passing moment. While the thought of dismissal was not a pleasant one, Masha came with a question that she needed answered. Stepping up to the desk, she spoke flatly.

"I am here to apply."

Alicia looked up and handed the woman a number. She had seen so many try and fail, that these candidates ceased to be worthy of her full attention. Her eyes returned to the paperwork before her as Masha spun on her heel and took a seat.

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