Good day leaders of the great Coalition.
My life is like anyone elses except the fact of my advanture.Well, my father was a proud member of the Coalition fleet so he took me to see his cruiser.I, ofcourse, went.When we arrived, a group of unknown ships arrived.They opened fire on us and escape measures are neccesery.One of the cruiser pilots has taken me to safety back to JiangXi Starport, leaving a burning cruiser behind.Later I found out that my father fought courageusly to save my and the others lives.But, he unfortunetly, didn't survive.
Today I work in a JiangXi mechanic shop.I was hoping to join the SCRA to pay back to the enemy.I have trained my flying skills in a simulator I made.I am eager to be a great revolutionist as my father.
Please, send my a transmission if you think I am good anough.
Nikolai Leonov, out
// Send me a PM if you think I am able to be a Coalition pilot.
// I saw there is one more recruit spot so I hope it will be mine.
Awesome sigz by Cabulb
[20:44] Avalanche (Greg/Pharos): Yeah, I ****ing know serbian.
[20:45] Domjan1911: YUGOSLAVIAN YUGOSLAVIAN!
Again, Gorodetsky deleted another message sent to him. Where the hell were people getting his contact details?! Someone was going to get shot for this. Whoever was giving his communications details to recruits that were meant to apply in person was going to be in serious trouble for such data leaks.
A middle aged, unruly looking man stands in front of Ichkov as he waits in line to place his application on the table and await his fate. Misha listens intently on the conversation ahead of him.
"You are a very fat man." Gorodetsky said, with the same smirk he had had all day.
"I am not actually. This is body armor. I felt if i should risk being shot i-"
"Fool! You come here looking for recruitment and you lack the competence to come as you are? Get out of my sight!"
The man turns to walk away when Gorodetsky stops him.
"You forgot one thing. You did not protect your face."
The man is beheaded just next to Misha, and just as the man's destroyed head hit the floor, he stepped up to give Gorodetsky the application.
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Name: Misha Ichkov
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 192 lbs.
Hair color: Black.
Eye color: Blue
Birthplace: Unknown, but history suggests an origin linked to the Hispania Sleeper ship members.
Previous work: Fought drug trade as a Para-legal mercenary.
Do you have any current affiliations with any related Military, police, pirating, or other corrupting factor we wish to fight against?: No.
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"Do you have armor on too?" Gorodetsky asked, joking, but with a angered growl in his voice.
You know they say this world is driven by fate... every man, woman, child, serves a purpose. Those purposes are furthered by events, which means every event has a reason, a reason tied to fate. But you know what I think...?"
A young man takes a drink, pauses, and finishes his glass before turning again to speak.
I think that's the biggest bull excuse I've ever heard, "it was fate". I got a question for ya 'friend' -he beckons the man sitting across from him to lean forward- did fate throw on a uniform and put a gun to my daddy's temple? Huh, did he make me watch while he "carried out the law" and left me in the hands of a crying mother... Naw, that's some ----. That wasn't fate, that was a man having a bad day, who decided it would be someone else's last. Fate is the half ass excuse that some priest is going to give me to help me cope and legitimatize a whole system of bad laws and bad men... Where's the trust that the government promises eh?...
...the young man is obviously bothered, but takes a moment to relax and asks for another drink...
And you know what the kicker is? Oh no they couldn't leave it at that, ha! To top off the icing on the cake they took her too, ah yeah. We went down to try and report this officer, and what happened..? -another long drink- they found me a way home, said my mother was staying for questioning. I knew not to trust them, can't trust anybody. Behold the next day when two officers show up, along with that bastard who started it all, and brought me off to a boot camp for real youngin's. Eight years old I watched 'em kill my daddy and drag away mom, the same bull government that "protects and defends the freedoms of Liberty!". Ha! How can anyone have faith in that ---- now...
-the young man stoops a little, obviously feeling the effects of his drinking-
that's some hell eh Comrade?
The man sitting across the table nods slightly, then orders a few more drinks.
So -continued the drinking orphan- I got dragged off to this camp, and couldn't have been happier- or more pissed off... but it helped that the day I first learn to kill a man was a week after I learned the name of the man who had joined my family in an event of "fate". Heh. Hey, so...
The young man leans in
I've heard you sing a bit different tune then most others, can I trust you to keep word?
The man sitting across nodded again, his stern look not offset by his extremely distant, professional manner.
The day I killed that officer was the day I knew. I knew what I'd find myself doing. Not a chance in hell I'd spend my life doing anything but tearing down those bastards, men who paraded themselves as pariahs but couldn't be further from priests if they were the devils themselves. I traveled, and it was the same elsewhere; Bretonia, Kusari, I didn't even bother heading the the Rheinland-bunch of --- pigs... and I'll help tear it down. That's what I've heard you do, you do it for your Coalition... I think in time I might too, but for now I want my chance-not for the kids who will follow, not for some higher cause, but now for me. My road to redemption will take me straight through hell, and I'll be taking every officer-beauracrat-whateverthehell who purports the circle of lies that is every government body in this galaxy...
The man reaches for his drink, but then instead turns to the man opposite him at the table..
So that is me, and whilst I've heard nothing of you, and have very limited knowledge of your "Coalition", there are only rumors. But know you know now me, and how rare it must be when I speak these words and yet now I speak them to you, can I trust you? Trust you to bring me to this "Gorodetsky" so I may realize this opportunity?
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[5:57:11 PM] InfernalTater (Lewis) [Formerly TLI-Inferno]:meanwhile, Aces 'I don't always miss my destinations, but when I do, I'm on the other side of house space.'
Gorodetsky stepped out of the WC and into his office, again finding people trying to do his damn job for him.
"Why the hell are you wearing my coat, you bastard?!" he yelled at some idiot with a smirk on his face.
"Do you think my job is just beheading people?! Someone has to clean that up, you moron! Piss off!" he yelled at the officer who seemed to be giving an interview without his permission.
As he stood up and made his way to the door, he had a large section of his brain removed by a pistol slug, entering the back of his skull and exiting via his forehead.
The real Gorodetsky then turned his pistol on the recruit.
"You should not have entered my office when I was on the john, comrade."
He pulled the trigger, murdering yet another fool that couldn't follow simple instructions.
Misha Ichkov was probably the tenth this week that had to be shot. Not a huge problem, since there weren't enough ships to go around, really. It wasn't the worst thing about the week, that was for certain. The worst thing was that Gorodetsky had forgotten to order the man that had impersonated him to give him his jacket back before he soaked it in gore. Now he was going to have to requisition a new one. More bloody paperwork.
Hi. My name is Vasilij Zajcev. Im from Coallition systems. I dont know what exactly because i was left on door of JiangXi Space Port.They told me my history. Than i found out that my destiny is to become Coalition pilot! I didnt knowed who was my family but i remember only that message who was on me when i was baby. It was like this "This is the son of Coalition Pilot who died in fight with Alliance, His father was remembered like Hero! and learn him to fight with love and honor!". That was all of Message. I want to follow steps of my father and become remembered like Colaition Hero! Its my plesure and honor to join SCRA!
Bjorn was returning from toilet to his room just to witness someone dressed like commissar drop out of 1892 E with delicate case of missing head. Ignoring the headless fellow he approached 1892 F doors and noticed note pinned to his door with magnetic seal. From someone named Zajcev. Promptly ignoring note he took magnetic seal and checked it for traces of explosives or homing devices.
"I was looking for one of theese for few days now. Well, lucky find for me."
He said silently more to himself than headless fellow, and went on into office.
-the young man depicted earlier at a bar follows his "friend" towards an office, passing on his way a removed head and as he approached the office door he had to step delicately over a bloodied, tossed out coat-
The nameless officer whom had greeted the young man dutifully prepared to introduce himself, but the young man cut in...
"The name is Ryans, and the callsign is Aces," he tapped a card depicting the Ace of Spades upon his jacket, "A brief conversation I had with your officer here is recorded upon this disk and will give you some background information you may or may not care about... What is important is that I am here for the same reason, from what I hear, the original Coalition intended... the removal of the governments of the Alliance... of course if you need any other information I will be compliant"
Ryans shifts his weight slightly, wary of the fates of the two men he passed in the hall, and assumes the least dangerous posture possible
"Any questions or tests you may have of me will be accepted without question, and hopefully my loyalty soon will be unquestioned. Until that day let me walk the path and accept the training and such that you see fitting."
He slowly, carefully pulls something from his pocket, making it blatant that he is not drawing a weapon
"Here is another disk containing my basic information, I would expect that you likely prefer at least a short description of a hopeful comrade..."
Name: "Aces" Ryans (first name unknown)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 148 lbs.
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Birthplace: Planet Pittsburgh
Military Experience: Officer's Training, Mercenary Work (unlawful, believed to be mostly in Southern Liberty), assorted assassin contracts...
Proficiency: Bombers, small fighters
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[5:57:11 PM] InfernalTater (Lewis) [Formerly TLI-Inferno]:meanwhile, Aces 'I don't always miss my destinations, but when I do, I'm on the other side of house space.'
Intercom on officer's desk rang with tune. "Excuse me comrade." Said officer and answered the call. Voice came trough static. "Comrade Misha, send the applicant into my room, seems Gorodetsky went to get new coat and Weise is drunk." said voice. "Da, comrade commissar." answered Misha as he looked up at newcomer. "Your presence is requested in room across the hallway. I would be quick about it if I were you."
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