Eugen leaned back in his chair, finised his smoke, and lazily took a sheet of paper from the dest, tossing it towards Kirill.
"Fill that in comrade, and we'll talk. If I like what you have to say, welcome to the Revolution. If not, you'll wish you'd kept those weapons loaded..."
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
A scrawny, pale-skinned individual with a few days' stubble marched into the office, not bothering to make sure that his greatcoat didn't collect any blood from the two executed applicants that had only been removed minutes previous, the floor still not cleaned up after.
He ignored the current applicant, speaking to Weise.
"I heard gunfire," he said, before pausing a moment. Weise shrugged.
"Good job, Commander, we can't have recruits that are missing chromosomes like that wasting perfectly good fighters."
Eugen smirked, and pointed at Kirill as he drank some liquor from the bottle.
The man, Commissar-Captain Gorodetsky, spun around, the blood on the soles of his boots only speeding this up. He pulled a large calibre pistol from underneath his coat.
"Tell me why your life is worth more than the bullet in this hand-cannon's chamber! You have seven seconds!"
"Whoa, whoa. Hang on there sir, he's filling the damn form in. Give him eight seconds, or so."
Eugen's pistol appeared in his hand, and his fired a round into the floor between the recruit's feet.
"Answer the man damnit! You think we have time for your games in the Revolution? Comrade, I think he's a spy!"
"A SPY?!" Roared the Commissar, pulling another pistol from beneath his coat.
"Must be a spy! Just look at him!" As Kirill opened his mouth to deny the accusations, Eugen picked him up by the shirt, then tossed him to the ground into a pool of blood.
"Drown in the dreams of those capitalist dogs you call friend, spy!"
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
The room was completely silent. Only the smell of blood shrouded the atmosphere. It was so bad that Adrian could hardly concentrate, but he had to do what he must. The Questions of the Commander rang out in Adrian's head like a bell,
"Now, Adrian Koslov. I have a few questions for you... Why do we seek to overthrow the alliance? What is more important, the needs of the state, or the needs of the people? Tell me why."
At this point the man was hardly frightened. It has come to this. Would he share the glories of the Revolution, or die like a dog with the other applicants? Nothing mattered right now but his answer.
"Sir...."Adrian started out. "The Coalition seek to overthrow the alliance ever since the war in Sol. The Alliance had been strategically and ideologically provoking the peoples of the Coalition for decades, dishearting the ideals of the revolution. But, when the Alliance dogs headed over to Sirius we could not allow Socialism and Capitalism.Therefor we will do what we must in order to spread the glories of Communism and the Revolution to the Capitalist pigs."
The next question was a blur. The internal conflict embraces Adrian. The applicant thought about it for a second; he looked up at the emptiness of the dark room and looked back down. Adrian was the only applicant in the room, the only one that was alive that is. Comrade Pavel Medvedov already left the room, he did not knew what happened to him. This was it, either Adrian answers the questions right, or he will find himself laying in the pool of blood beneath his feet. "Comrade..while both the needs of the state and people are important the revolution of the people is the one with the most priority. We are here to spread our ideas of communism and embrace the common people with revolution. Most of the innocents here are brainwashed by the propaganda of the Capitalist people's false lies. We cannot simply allow that to happen. We must insert the truth into the people's minds and while we care for the state the people is what we are trying to free, so the children and the future generations can share the equality for all the people in Sirius."
The words sputtered out quick from Adrian. He knew what he had to say. The Commander looked at him for a second and Adrian stood tall. From the corner of Adrian's eye he could see the Commander reach into the pocket of his coat. Was it a gun, or a acceptence script? This was it, either do or die. Adrian lifted his head up and prepared himself to what was coming.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
"You dance around the questions, applicant. Simple answers to simple questions! We don't want what you've poorly memorised out of the Beginner's Guide to Marxism!" yelled Commissar-Captain Gorodetsky, waving his pistols at Koslov, stepping over the other applicant, who was still prone in a pool of someone else's blood.
"Answer efficiently, pilot, as Commander Weise and I have a lot of applicants to go through and very little time...and we're known for having very itchy trigger fingers..."
The Commissar headed towards Adrian guns drawn, yelling at him with an obvious russian accent. Adreneline pumped through Adrian's veins he did not expect this. Sweat suddenly poured all over his forehead, but he kept his ground. He did not notice anything in the room, did not even notice Kirill laying on the ground unconscious, he just focused on what he had to say next.
Adrian quickly opened his mouth and started to speak
"Comrade what I was saying is that we want to overthrow the Alliance because those filthy Capitalist pigs deserve to die, and we cant allow thier lies and socialism in Sirius, we must spread our ideals of revolution. And while we serve to the needs and the equality of the people sir the state is our primary need in order to compromise the capitalists."
He said this with one hasty breath. Adrian still stood his ground but was obviously scared, not for his life but whether if he thought that he was worthy enough for the Revolution. Koslov could see the fiery eyes of the Commissar that was staring straight into Adrian's soul. And for a second Adrian noticed that the Commissar's eyes almost seemed similar to the eyes of his grandfather....
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
His cheeks in the blood of Aleksandrov, Kirill became conscious. He understood the reaction of Weise and the general paranoia of the Coalition comrades, when somebody dropped the word 'spy'. And he know that his past at the Marinenachrichtendienst would have made everybody suspicious. But this suspects were unjustified. Kirill pushed hs body up a bit and smeared the blood out of his face.
Gentlemen... there is no reason to believe I'm a spy. I know that it looks like I'm a kind of double agent, but that's wrong. Furthermore I guess that some information I have will be interesting for you. Am I allowed?
He moved his hands into the pockets of his mantle. Weise and Gorodetsky instantly pointed their weapons on the head of Stukov. He smirked, but the blood in his face shifted his face to some kind of mug.
Just some pleasure for me, before you shot me down or accept me.. it's up to you.
Slowly he pulled out a lighter and a box of cigars.
The Commissar, not entirely sober, shrugged as Adrian Koslov gave his answer.
He then shot him in the kneecap with one of his pistols as he kept the other trained on Aleksandrov.
He didn't pause to take in the look on Adrian Koslov's face as it contorted with pain.
"You, Koslov! Did you have pages missing from your copy of the Communist Manifesto for Dummies?! Were you reading the Little Red Picture Book?! Since when are the Houses socialist?!"
He turned to Weise in a drunken rage,
"Seriously, where do you find these people!?"
He suppressed a scream of rage as he holstered one of his two pistols and took not only the offered cigar, but also the rest from the prone individual offering them, this Kirill Aleksandrov fellow.
He lit himself and Commander Weise a cigar each, after sniffing for explosives (That being an old LSF technique), speaking to Aleksandrov while continuing to wave a large gun around and taking puffs of the cigar,
Koslov fell to the ground on one knee and writhered in pain.
"SON OF A..."
"Damn wrong answer" He whispered to himself. He wrapped a cloth around the wound he pulled out from his pocket. He opened his mouth to speak, but it wasnt directed to anyone but himself "I was talking about communism for us sir, and socialism for the Bundshuh and the Rhienland conflicts, slipped a wrong answer there" He said as he held his knee, his face grimacing in pain. "What I wanted to say is that we cannot allow their lies and ideas of Capitalism spread through Sirius. Damn, comrade a little mess up and I get shot? Sorry, I had a little something to drink tonight" Adrian said, pointing at the broken vodka bottle that fell out. The pain was still burning, but bearable. "..but I am starting to like it." He smiled, a weak smile but confident. "Trust me I wont mess up on my words again."
Adrian looked beside him on the ground, the blood of his kneecap mixed with the blood of the other dead bodies.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
Kirill watched his heirlooms burning in the mouths of the two Revolutionaries.
I hope they're tasty, comrades. These are some of the last cigars from the Earth, good old Cuban tobacco.
He remembered when his grandfather gave them to him, several years ago... and now they serve as a communication method between Stukov and the Coalition. The Commissars seemed to like them. In this moment some scary thought came up Stukov's mind: What would happen if they get this wrong? If they count this gesture as some kind of bribe? He never thought of that.
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