"Because sir, the Coalition is the only place that speaks for the people. I want a Sirius free of Capitalism, I want to release the boot from the people heads. I worked for the corrupt governments long enough to realise, only greed and evil resides in their thoughts, the Coalition are people that hate my enemies"
She pointed at the small objects,
"You may keep those, consider them my gift to you, the bounties of five capitalist leaders, and enemies of the Coalition. Whatever you decide to do today, my loyalties will always lie with the SCRA. If you are willing I can send you my reports of the other High Priority Targets, but to be honest, they were just to catch your attention, if you are willing to have me, I'll prove myself to be one of the best you'll ever have"
She smiled sweetly, fiddling with a small metal object in her hand.
"No where else would take me, I'm officially dead in Bretonia, having to lie low, Enemy to the House Kusari, no where else but the Revolution Army would I fit in, be able to fulfil my potential"
She continued to fiddle with the metal object,
"If you have no further used for me, then you better put a bullet through my chest right now. I'd rather die than be forced back into a life of capitalism"
She looked at her feet, then back up at the Commissar, waiting for a response.
Comm ID: Kamov
SecureCommChannel request to SCRA Commander
standing by...
Transmission Open
***The display lights up with a few random flickerings and you are treated with the sight of a scantily clad, overweight man with a strange visor on his head. What parts you can see from the ship's bridge, seem heavily modified, with covers ripped off and wire conduits sprouting everywhere in a chaotic yet orderly fashion. Some of the ship's commands seem to have been connected to various plugs grafted right into his body.***
Salutations Commander.
-Allow me to introduce myself. They call me Kamov, pilot of this here proud rustbucket.
The image switches to an outside camera, showing off an incredibly old and beaten Gull Transport. Plasma burns and rust spots adorn it everywhere, yet the ship looks like it has been religiously repaired every time. About a billion times over, that is...You catch a glimpse of the Wolfsburg Shipyard far into the background just before the video feed switches back.
-I am not a man of big words and inspiring proclamations. Like any Mechanic, I'm good with tools, not phrases. I don't dabble in the maze of bureaucratic paperwork, nor in the cryptic tomes of law.
I can take an order and accomplish a mission, least it's some suicide madness, yet don't expect to see any of that "SIR,YES SIR!!!" crap from me.
I mend broken stuff. I tune machines until they hum and I tinker engines until they roar like some infernal beast. I weave wires and weld armor. And there ain't a ships computer in this known universe that i can't fix.
You...you are going to war, I can see. I bet you'll be needing me a lot in the future.
Let's talk about loyalties. I hate backstabbing bastards. I don't do that. I was fired from one of those corporate vampires after slaving there for over 10 years.
And i don't like at all what these capitalist motherless dogs have done with the world.
True, I don't agree with every aspect of your Revolution, Commander. But your Coalition is something I can respect.
I hereby pledge allegiance if you will have me.
However, never forget that I am here to serve the good of the people, Commander. I will not let any Faciast stand in my way.
he winces without moving, probably sending a neural signal to some interface, and indeed, the comm channel is closed.
Zhukov was dismayed, as he looked at the latest strange transmission.
A bloody technician who thinks he is in a position not to agree with every aspect of our Revolution, which he defines as something worth his respect, and still believes that we are so desperate that we would hire him. What an imprudence! he complained.
Commissar Zhukov was neither impressed nor flustered by Stacy Winters.
The bounties he continued, They are not of my interest at any rate, for I have only been trying to deduce whether you have the true character, the incentive to serve the Coalition and its people with your best or not.
Pointing the pistol at his right hand to the papers at his left, he puffed the last cloud of smoke, and kicked with a loud and menacing voice, Read and sign these papers carefully, as there will be no way back after joining our nation.
A small figure was circling around the hall, holding a small piece of paper in his hand. He stopped for few moments and took a quick look at the paper. He raised his head and concluded that he is completely lost. After a couple of moments of just standing and looking from one to the other end of a long corridor, man decided to take a risk and knock on one of the doors. No one answered, so he knocked on it again. Finally, he heard a noise from the other side of the doors..
He slowly opened the doors to see what was going on inside.
-I am sorry Herr, but I was looking for recruitment office. I cant seem to find it... He said from the doorstep. I was given a number, but...
Officer just nodded, and pointed at doors.
-Well, seems like I am at the right place then He said, and closed the doors after entering the room.
-Guten tag. he nervously started My name is Viktor Heinz. I was born on Stuttgart planet in 779 AS. We werent poor to start with. We always had enough, maybe more than others had. My father was making a good living, with his service in Polizei force, while my mother, well, she was a housewife.
You could call us a 'happy' family. We had enough for our needs. Not too much, but always enough.
My childhood was mostly regular and typical, so I believed. I didnt have really good grades in school, but eventually, I ended on colleague. My folks were so proud of me. So was I.
At that, very young time, I didnt have time to think about things that were around me. Problems can be so far away, when youre in the safety in your home.
Of course, we all heard for all the miner 'rebellions', and for us, more important, farmer movements. But, my father had a safe and steady job, so we didnt care much.
Hmm... I do believe people change under influence new events, or new people.
That happened to me. New Berlin colleague was a turning point in my life.
Finally, I saw all the problems that Rheinland society ran into. I kept my mind busy with those things, trying to figure out where it all began, why are things as they are. Where is the solution for our Fatherland?
There were many groups on colleague back then, and each had one of their 'solutions'. Some were just childish, other were very mature,or at least I thought so at the time. There was always a bad part. Most of them would just create more problems than they would solve.
I studied on Technology colleague, but my mind and thoughts were somewhere else. I spent four years there, most of the time talking with other students, like myself, that were interested in such, if I may say so, political talks. From right, to left ideas.
Left ideas... he slowly repeated, and his eyes slowly lost officer from sight.
- Rheinland is suffering from three major problems, by my observation, Hessian, Unioner and Farmer one. All of those, in their basics, are the same, and share a few things. Socialy exploited workers, or farmers, if you like, by upper class. I noticed that other Houses dont share this kind of problems with Fatherland. Why are we so different from Liberty, where people are supposed to be happy, without social unhappiness. Is it because of political system?
I thought so. Then, following the path of my thoughts, democracy would be the best path for our Fatherland.
Or would it? We have always been different from Liberty, for example. Rheinland people arent Libertonians. They dont share same thoughts, or motives. In Liberty, I believe, it is all about money. We, Rheinlanders, dont think that way. Some things come before material happiness. Such as, benefit of our family, or if we put that in much larger scale, benefit of whole Fatherland.
Liberty political system, if we were to import it, would be much bigger disaster than this present solution. Nothing much would change. You would still have few Bosses, if I can call them that way, that would again, control nation as whole. People would be simply tax payers, and source of cheap manpower.
Rheinland needs a new way. What do we need? Equality of our workers together with so called upper class. There shouldnt be any more leaches that drain power from our country. Every man is born equal to the other, and he should stay equal if he is honest, and if he work as others. Your work should be only sign of your 'upperness'. Of course, that system needs to be controlled, unless we want anarchy. But, people with power should share same ideas as workers, and be honest in their duty for greater good.
And now, I am sure, that communism is the right path for my country.
"Thank you Commissar, you have made the right choice, it will be an honour to serve the Coalition"
Stacy leaned over and read the papers. Satisfied she signed them, shot the Commissar a quick smile and turned to leave. At the door she gave him a quick courtesy and left the room.
She wandered back out past a small, pacing figure, looking rather lost, and towards her ship in the Hangar.
Within a matter of days, she expected to hear from the great SCRA. Within weeks she planned to be shooting down capitalists.
Zhukov had seen much worse examples of rugged, desperate Rheinlanders, looking forward to enlistment in the ranks of the Coalition. Unlike many others, this timid fellow spoke as if he held some ambition, and vigor to make an example of the corruption.
The commissar laid some photos on his desk, telling Viktor to have a look at them, which were of the old slaughter days in Rheinland, when the revolutionary armies crushed the military, that was decades ago. The violence, and streets full of scattered dead bodies could be viewed in each picture. The mans mood was stricken as Zhukov began to speak.
Do you know how many people died for the same purpose? Those who died, did more than just sacrificing their lifes and didnt die in vain. Their bodies were only instruments to enliven and sway the doctrines of the great revolution.
Will you, under any circumstances, adhere to the principles of this great cause and pledge your soul without any questioning?
It was a usual day and the mood was, as always, nasty. Ivan opened the door of the commissariat and inhaled hard as he entered. As he pushed open the door he felt a presence reminding him of ancient civilizations.
He went through the lobby. The security guard drowsily looked at him and winked, as if encouraging him to continue into the next room. Whether Ivan felt fear or was nervous, he did not know. To Ivan it was simple: he must give destiny a chance and if necessary he would sacrifice his life for the sake of the great cause.
The sound of marching steps on a metal floor echoed in the distance. Ivan felt a terrible impatience and he realized that his adventure would begin just now. All that happened to him in the past was as unimportant as the rotten system he had left. The rotten system corrupted by greedy dealers, capitalist houses and other filthy bandits.
Ivan looked around the gray metal room which had in the center a dim hanging lamp, a table and two chairs. On the floor, he could see badly washed up blood. He wondered if this is from the person who has not passed interview…or is this a chamber of torture in combination.
In a corner, shaded from the light, a tall strong person stood.
"Report!" - the voice sounded loud as a thunder.
"My name is Ivan Nagirov\my callsign is NAG!R. I'm here to enlist, um Sir."
Ivan walks forward and hands over his dossier to the man in the shade.
Age: 22
Height: 183
Weight: 83
Hair colour: White
Colour of eyes: Dark blue
The born place: Planet Manhattan, New York, Liberty.
Personal History:
- Parents disappeared in strange circumstances on Freeport 5.
- Was raised and survived among the criminals in the slums of Erie.
- Later earned a living gathering resources in Pennsylvania.
- Protested the injustice and inequality of the Liberty society. Communism should correct this disorder.
- Was seriously injured during the protests and escaped to the Gran Canaria to avoid imprisonment.
Ivan suddenly felt as though the most terrible part was behind him. He remained standing, waiting for an answer...
Viktor took few moments to think about question.
- Those men - as Viktor pointed to photos - accepted the fact, that there is something far more important than their lifes. Death, without proper reason or goal, is a terrible waste. But, in this case, death was just the beggining, or one of the episodes of Revolution. Those men understood their ideals, and goals. After all, they died for our beliefs.
Am I ready to do the same? I never wanted to die in my bed Herr.
My life is in hands of Revolution, and in Yours. -
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