"Yes, of course you are." he said coldly. "Just like everyone else that has ever entered this recruitment office." he said, a hint of boredom starting to fill his voice. "I don't want to hear the same tired old phrases. I want to know what makes you different." he said, leaning forward.
She sighed. In the next moment, she took a thing wrapped with a piece of cloth and a paper file from her bag. Then she opened the cloth...it was a finger!
"This file is the Rheinland Military Officers' personal information, which I took away from an Colonel after I killed him," she said, "and that is apparently one of his fingers."
Garcia was at once surprised by the archive, which was never found by any Coalition intelligence agents before but Anya; and he realized it was very important.
"You might ask how I killed him and got the information, " she continued, "but I don't mind to tell you although it was awkward."
"I found a job on the planet New Berlin because my family needed me to support," she said, "the weekly wage was impressive, 300 SC. Then I met a Colonel in the bar where I worked. We began to like each other, and he asked me for a date. I definitely accepted. However, I accidently heard the conversation between him and his subordinates, which was mainly about the operation they would practice that night--to arrest all of the underground coalition soldiers. I was shocked immediately....They were going to kill all of my fellows!"
She inhaled deeply after she's done the speech so quickly, and continued.
"Well, as for the story that happened next...you probably can even know by guessing."
Boa Vista. An unusual place to expect any revolutionary presence and yet, Sirius Coalition official Recruiment Office is located here. People pass the corridors, occupied attending own business, gathering confidents for further trade arrangements and the kind of shady deal one would expect to be finalized on a facility run by Zoners at the edge of known Sirius. Nothing different from any random Freeport anywhere else, except for a particular place on the lower decks, not far from the docking bays, quite easy to get to for anyone arriving on the station, but still unseen from the public eye should anyone with a more imperialistic mindset fascists his way through the installation. Rather uncommon for the Coalitions general appearance, it does indeed suit the needs of its environment.
Lena walks past the guards next to the office entrance, giving the obligatory salute to them, yet not been given any emotion in return. She is used to that kind of behaviour, it is duty and they are supposed to reflect Movements rigid stance towards anyone of unknown intentions.
A few applicants awaiting their Commissariats call waste space on the seats opposite to what is likely the door to the Commissars office. A few steps aside on the head-end of the corridor a person in regular standard-coloured uniform had taken position beyond a desk, obviously the Commissariats secretary or Commissars personal adjutant. Whatever rank she holds, she is giving a fierce look to Lena, her eyes clearly indicating her expactation for a mischievous attitude to be shown at the institution she too is representing.
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Lena hands over a piece of paper, and as the secretary is not going to take it from her hand, she drops it on her desk.
"Nikolaevskaja, Lena. Diploma in Pyhsics and Applied Engineering. Contact with the Movement of the Peoples ideology with the Bundschuh. Combat training with the Red Hessians. Leninist mindset developed during study. It's obvious what I'm here for, so get done what you're appointed for."
Leaving the secretary disconcerted about what had happened just now, she is taking position clearly seperated from the other individuals present. One could make out their fear to face the inevitable execution most if not all of them will find themselves confronted with soon enough.
Lena folds her arms whilst leaning against the wall, giving another look to the secretary who is still left puzzled by the recent encounter with her.
"If you have me wait, I'll leave this accounted to your casual company, and leave you with those degenerated second-class revolutionaries here awaiting their shot in the neck."
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She dresses up her uniform a last time. Fully in black, light flight boots, wrist-cuffs, flight-parka. Then finally closing her eyes, and by what it looks performing mathematical calculations in mind, Lena is queued up on the list of applicants for the Sirius Coalition.
Joseph Garcia looked at the woman as she gave him the information file as well as showed him a dismembered finger. "You've certainly brought me an interesting piece of information" he said to her. "Do put away that finger though, despite what you may have heard about us, we're not barbarians." he said coldly.
"I can see that you're willing to kill for the cause and I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself within the SCRA." he said while sliding a questionnaire packet to her. "Answer these correctly and you'll enter the SCRA as a Junior Lieutenant where you will receive your training. Should you not disappoint us then you will be promoted. Should you disappoint us, we will assign you to a factory or maintenance crew, am I clear?" he said to her and without waiting for a reply he continued. "Good, now go fill those out." he said waving the girl out of the office. "Alicia, send in the next one please." he said to the intercom. Alicia would then call for one Lena Nikolaevskaja to enter his office.
Realizing she is ment with the announcement over the intercom, Lena looks at the secretary for a last time, still leaning at the wall, still having her arms folded.
"You're a good puppet."
Seeing the woman that just left the office, a vicious smile shortly comes across her face. Second-grade material, nothing of real use. Revolutionaries to serve as casualties on the statistics, at best.
Walking into the Commissars office, the door closed with a swift move by her hand, yet without really stopping movement to take position infront of the Field Marshals desk.
Awaiting further orders, Lena parade rests introducing herself, arms crossed behind her upper body. Drill she learned with the Red Hessians.
"Nikolaevskaja, Lena. Reporting for duty and questionnaire."
Not actually looking at Garcia directly or anywhere near his desk, she is focussing her look on the wall behind him, as that is the military exercise she was trained on. What feels like minutes, but could just have been seconds though, is filled with silence as Lena anticipates for Field Marshal Garcia to speak.
Field Marshal Joseph Garcia looked at the woman standing before him. He had to admit, he was a little amused and surprised that she was standing before him in a military stance. He was used to having civilians and untrained men and women try and join his cause. Perfectly acceptable of course, but training them took a while.
"At ease." he said with a smirk on his face. "Please, have a seat." he motioned towards a chair before him. "Tell me, who are you, why are you here and why should I listen to you?" he said, now leaning forward expecting an answer.
For a seconds fraction hesitating, Lena is taking the seat offered by Field Marshal Garcia. It is visible that she is having a hard time to pacify her discontent for the request to leave her standing position. Contrary to her previous position, she is now placing herself into a case where she cannot react as fast as she could before, and clearly this is owed to her soldiers character.
Her hand reaches under her flight-parka and the envelope taken out there she then deposits on the Field Marshals desk.
"The papers."
A short moment of silence breaks the tense atmosphere that still covered her appearance, before she starts to monotone run down the facts of her biography.
"Nikolaevskaja, Lena. Born 793 AS. on Nuremberg at Saint Gabriels State Hospital. Father was environmental engineer, worked as freelancer for a various assortment of sovereign institus, died by gunfire as Federal Police dissolved the demonstrators that rallied at the Kusarian Empire embassy in 810 AS to voice their legitimate concerns about Samuran xenobiologic experiments within Sigma 17. Mother arrested two days later, whereabouts unknown since. Involuntary commitment to juvenile shelter for the rest of that year, dismissed 811 AS at the age of 18. Existing A level granted access to university, succeeded with Diploma in Physics and Applied Engineering in 816 AS. Contact with the Bundschuh Movement made during study 814 AS, left Nuremberg to join the Movement after passed examination. Active participation in propaganda affairs and spreading the word about a socialistic ideal around Munich system. Taken into custody 817 AS by Federal Police for forcefully gaining access to Kusarian Empire consulate on New Berlin. Convoy to Vierlande intercepted by Hessian squadron. Operating under their flag now since 818 AS. Last two years on critical care, eventually coma, reason unknown."
With providing the verbal rundown of her life so far, her spirit remarkable breaks loose as she is continuing to speak, answering on Garcias other questions about her reason to visit Coalitions Recruitment office and his evidently deceptive note as to why he even should listen.
"I came to enlist for the Revolutions greater cause the Coalition provides to the Peoples Movement. You'd have me state the regular speech about the generous attitude Sirius Coalition approaches the commoners with, the working people, the menials of the labour class. Yet I've not come to have you listen to what every random individual can gather by the numerous given channels of information."
She pauses for a brief moment, it is a tactically placed moment of reflection to quickly collect information out of her opponent expression.
"If you wish to question my political view, all I can state is that I am of Leninist mindset, a view on core basics dating back to the source of the revolutionary Movement. What happens to society does not happen because there was no other choice for the outcome to be turned into a different way, taking the circumstances that lead to any event into consideration. A revolutionary is to actively strive for the desired change, to not take the burdens of neglection, but to set an example to have the will for changing the world. A revolutionary minority has to take the advantage to gain power wherever provided to later realize the social revolution which ideals foremost brought the comrade to this point."
Once again Lena suddenly interrupts her monologue. Her tone changes for a bitter sound.
"As for why you should listen... because you already did."
"My goodness, you sure like to ramble." he said. "Still, you've answered my initial questions sufficiently enough."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "Tell me, the SCRA hates both the Libertonians and the Gallics and yet we tend to assist the Gallics in pushing deeper into Liberty. Why do you think that might be?"
Her mindset regarding the Republic of Liberty leaves no value left for them, and Lena continues speaking as it ended just a minute ago before her last remark. It surely is her speaking with passion and by true heart, her voice leaves no doubt on that.
"The libertonian so called Republic is the root of all mischief, hatred and disaster that can happen to any culture. As long industrial care for ever expanding economical increase and companies influence on the life of those brought into line to serve consumption and delusional luxury is the ruling motive behind any of the Libertonians actions, there'll always greed, enviousness and malevolence spread throughout every civilizing society.
There's this one moment when you don't cause the libertonian society facing itself confronted with havoc and war that is a direct result of their imperialistic hegemonic ambition... and that is when your restraint, even your collaboration, serves the purpose of rendering their contemptuous view on honest labour, social intolerance and interpersonal cohesion the reason for their further demise."
Forcing herself to not fall into her once too well known virtue of sharing the idealistic fundament all her own actions base on, Lena adds one last comment.
