"No, not quite. While you're right that often times they'll try to kill us, a lot of them aren't that much different from us. They each fight for their families, they fight for their own causes no matter how misguided they may be. There have been times when we've managed to talked them out of fighting us, or spared their lives if they quickly learn the error of their way."
He stared at the recruit.
"But we shall see if you will learn this yourself. And we will certainly see if you're capable of living the life we do."
He smirked a bit as he pulled out a stack of papers from the desk and slid it towards the recruit.
"Fill these out and then submit them to the secretary when you're finish. Dismissed."
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A short, stocky man walked in to the recruitment center. He brought his arm up to his eyes for a moment, attempting to cover them from the stark change in lighting. The room itself was immaculate, especially for what he had been expecting. Shining white floors, clean, bleached walls, and two large, crimson banners of the Coalition flanking him on either side. At the other end of the room was a large desk, with an empty chair behind it. Taking up positions on either side of the door immediately behind the desk were two guards, wearing full Coalition garb.
The man began to slowly walk toward the desk, taking the time to adjust his bomber jacket. A patch on his right shoulder read "52nd Highlanders, Defense Squadron", with the faded image of two strikecraft flying over a grassy meadow. The left shoulder was more plain, featuring only a worn-out badge of a phoenix rising from the ashes. The only other discernable detail on his flight jacket was a name patch on the front, seemingly reading Jackson Cormack. Another similar patch mirrored the name patch on his other jacket flap was simply too worn to make out.
As he came closer, the guards readied themselves, moving up on him quickly. He kept walking slowly towards the door, raising his hands very slowly as they made their way to him. The one on his left came behind him and took his arms behind his back, while the right-most guard began to pat him down, obviously searching for any devices or weapons. Coming up empty, the guard nodded and went back to his post. The other guard did the same shortly after, leaving Jackson to make his way to the desk. Upon arriving, he began to idle, folding his arms and whistling.
Suddenly, a third guard walked into the room, coming out of the door in front of him. He whispered something to the guard on the right, and then left back through the door. The guard on the right called out to him - "You, there, with me." - and entered the room as well.
The room the guard brought the man to was a plain room, a large 1-way glass mirror dominated an entire wall of the room while the other walls were completely devoid of decor. A metal table with two chairs waited, a Commissar reading through several file folders waited patiently for him to be seated. Guiding him to the opposite seat and pushing him into it the Guard snapped off a sharp salute to the Commissar who merely waved him off.
"That will be all."
With a snap of his heels the guard turns and exits the room, the cool metal of the door hissing shut behind him, leaving both Commissar and applicant alone in the room.
The Commissar was a shorter man, brown hair and eyes and caucasian skin-tones. However despite his shorter height it was obvious the man worked out vigorously if his thick arms were any indication. He shut the folder, the sound being louder then expected due to the small size of the room, looked up right into the man's eyes with a bored expression. When he spoke his tone was as cold as a Volgograd winter."Name, place of birth and why should the Coalition bother with an insignificant muppet like yourself in the Army?"
The Commissar obviously didn't want to be doing this, he was being punished for accidently switching Doctor XiaoBei's Coffee with Decaf as a joke and now had to pay a penance. Doctor XiaoBei's coffee was one of several sacred things in Sirius one simply does not mess with...He was lucky he wasn't sent to the GULAG...
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Well, this sure was a stark change..., Jackson thought to himself as he was forced into a chair opposite what could only be an officer of some kind, judging by the guard's respect for him and his bored, annoyed attitude. He had once felt the same attitude himself, having to deal with the mountains of paperwork and piles of idiots that made up most armies' recruitment centers. Of course, most armies didn't get the opportunity to execute the annoying recruits.
He took a few passing glances around the room. Compared to the lobby area, this room was incredibly plain - only a massive mirror covered one wall, while the rest were a drab white with no distinguishing characteristics. Both the chair he was sitting in and the table in front of him were composed of hard metal, and being shoved into the chair hadn't done well for his back.
The officer finished looking through some seemingly unimportant folder, closing it with a loud snap and placing it off to the side. He met eyes with Jackson, giving an unimpressed, bored expression, before inquiring - "Name, place of birth, and why should the Coalition bother with an insignificant muppet like yourself in the Army?"Straight to the point. I like it. He folded his arms in front of him and stated "Name's Jackson Cormack, sir. Born on Planet Ithaca, in the Crayter sector." He shifted a bit, frowning as he mouthed Crayter again. Even after leaving the Military, and even leaving his home, the word still stung in his ears and burned in his mind.
He shook his head and continued. "As for the issue of bothering with myself, sir, I'll try my best to give you a good answer." He stared past the man for a moment, almost as if he were collecting his thoughts. "Ex-Colonial Military, 12 years. Retired at the rank of Captain, three medals for gallant service and four more for combat mastery. Bomber squadron commander," he tapped his left shoulder - "and excellent at following orders." He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the officer's response.
If this impressed the Commissar he wasn't showing it, he maintained that same bored and mildly annoyed expression on his face, continuing to stare right at Cormack in the eyes, his tone was deadpan as he spoke again."Got it...You are a trained space monkey who knows what a banana is."he replied without caring for the man's record."The Revolutionary Army's personnel all have a sense of patriotic pride and a sob-story they tell those other Muppets who run recruitment, however I could care less if you for example decided to join us because you saw a Liberty Navy Officer kick a puppy..."he warned the man, he had no time for sob-stories, just because he was being punished didn't mean he didn't have things to take care of...
He decided to hurry the process along slid across a piece of paper, it was a document recently created for the recruitment process, an oath of loyalty to the Sirius Coalition as it were."Sign the document and return it to Alicia at the front desk, if I see you again pray it doesn't involve a court martial."he told the man before slamming a pen on the table beside the paper, turning his nose back to his own paperwork, thus completely ignoring the recruit across from him.
Quote:I ____________ hereby pledge to uphold the Laws of the People's Republic of the Sirius Coalition. I also declare the Sirius Coalition my Nation of citizenship and pledge to support the State Duma and it's elected Premier of the Sirius Coalition.
From Henceforth I am a member of the Coalition, should I endanger the citizens of the Coalition knowingly I will submit myself to the laws of the People's Republic and subject to a Court Martial. I vow to follow the orders of my Commanding Officers within the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army and to ensure the rule of law is enforced within it's territories and ensure the safety of all Sirian Civilians so long as they do not hinder the progress of the Coalition.
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He listened to the officer, not particularly interested in what he was saying but feigning interest as he'd been trained. Once the officer had finished his spiel, he picked up the pen that the officer had offered him and took a moment to sign the document:
Quote:I Jackson Cormack hereby pledge to uphold the Laws of the People's Republic of the Sirius Coalition. I also declare the Sirius Coalition my Nation of citizenship and pledge to support the State Duma and it's elected Premier of the Sirius Coalition.
From Henceforth I am a member of the Coalition, should I endanger the citizens of the Coalition knowingly I will submit myself to the laws of the People's Republic and subject to a Court Martial. I vow to follow the orders of my Commanding Officers within the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army and to ensure the rule of law is enforced within it's territories and ensure the safety of all Sirian Civilians so long as they do not hinder the progress of the Coalition.
Signed
Jackson E. Cormack
Witnessed by
Commissar Nikita Tabakov
Noticing that the officer had buried himself in more of his paperwork, he decided to take his leave. He placed the pen back on the desk, grabbed the document, and began to walk out the door. One of the guards walked up to the door's terminal and punched in a code of some kind. A few moments later, the door opened with a hiss, and Jackson took his leave from the office.
As he exited the room, he noticed the desk from earlier now had a woman sitting at it. Wearing clothing similar to the garb of the security officers but slightly more formal, he could only assume she was an aide of the recruiting officer or somesuch - probably the Alicia he had mentioned earlier. He walked up, placing the paper on her desk. She looked up from her computer, took hold of the document, and nodded.
Nikita Tabakov logged onto his console from his office onboard the Lithuania, the C-Mail Icon oddly enough was flashing, signaling a message. When he read it he immediately regretted the action..."What in the name of McIntosh?!" he shouted, his eye twitching violently in annoyance as he was half-tempted to pull out his pistol and shoot several holes into the console.
Thankfully he managed to calm down enough for him to simply delete the C-Mail, he leaned back in his seat with a deep sigh, rubbing his temples as he tried to get rid of the headache"Coward never bothered to come in person...Now who do I shoot?"
An ordinary looking woman walks in the bar with a very light and subtle step,with her half face helmet, she delicately sat down at an empty table in the corner of the room.
From there with her piercing glance, she secretly started analyzing the four people waiting in the place. ''Are they waiting for the same purpose as me ?'' thought Alyona.
Watching the entrance carefully , she thought of everything that could happen during this ''questionnaire''. Trying to not be obvious , she ordered a glass of water waiting after someone to come in and at this moment she started to think about her father who taught her everything.
Master of war, Enrick, Alyona's father, was a very strict military dirigeant. To ensure good protection for his daughter, he taught her how to fight, weaponry, knowledge, economy and exposing her to reality instead of sheltering her. After Enrick's wife died in an unexpected ambush, he changed and directed his army into a dark side and killed everyone he had once placed under his wing, searching for the one who betrayed him and his comrades. After so, the army was divided into small groups of bandits and pirates.
From an exterior point of view and her young age, Alyona saw her mom's ship getting destroyed before her. ||
Her flashback got interrupted when she saw someone entering the bar with a straight walk style, boots making noises when hitting the floor. He looked towards her direction and seemed to already know why she was there.
Alyona fixated the man with a determined look and no noticeable stress, awaiting him to reach her.
The tall guy with light colored eyes was dressed in red, yellow and black, a small red star on the belt. Nothing too obvious but it was him for sure. He took his step towards Alyona and took his place at the same table. He stared at her a few seconds and arched an eyebrow while pulling out his registration pad.
Alyona opened her mouth to say something but just before she could , the man raised a hand to silence her.<<I want you to put your hand on this pad and wait until the indentification is done>> said the man. She pulled out her hand from a dark glove and followed what he instructed. The following message came out of his mouth; <<Wait here, someone will show up for you ''good luck''>>.
She looked at him walking out the bar and sighed, the situation reminded the girl of her father when he was recruiting rookies or ancient veterans. Alyona closed her eyes for few seconds remembering the army singing all together and feeling at home. She is looking for a new home as she had before she got cryogenically frozen for several years.
Not long after she sat down a large marine in power-armor approached Alyona, he scanned the room from behind his helmet's visor briefly, his eyes landing on a single recruit, an unassuming-looking female who had recently sat down. The armoured man raised his hand towards her, his modulated voice was harsh and left little room for interpretation.
"You Recruit, come with me!"was all he said before he turned and walked towards Commissar Tabakov's office, not even waiting for her to start following, it'd be her fault for not following orders. The office door slid open quietly upon his approach, inside Nikita Tabakov was writing a report, apparently a muppet had played 'Hot Potatoe' with a live grenade and ended up blowing himself up along with the rest-room for that deck. Looking up he saw a Marine with a young woman, he gave the marine a deadpan glare before returning to his paperwork.
"Sit down, state your name, place of origin and why the hell I should waste my time interviewing what would be at best spare blood."
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