**Incoming message**
**Source: Vogtland base**
**Comm ID: Lieutenant of Foreign Intelligence Service Leonid Davidovich Trotzky**
*Report*
Due to the fact that my identity, as well as my kind of work have long been known in Rheinland, and my face shown in mass-media, and therefore the inability to continue intelligence work at a satisfactory level, please remove me from office. I request to replace me with the qualified and unknown in the Rheinland agent and recruit me in the regular army. I consider myself fit for service to Motherland in armed forces, because I have trained on the Jiangxi planet and participated in combat operations. I will enter the omega-52 on my Loki tomorrow at 1900 and requesting permission to dock for this vessel.
*Autobiography*
I was born on 7th of November 773 on the planet Volgograd. I was the fourth child in the family. My parents, David Leontyevich and Anette Lvovna, were workers at the boron refinery factory.
At 16, I was sent to the Jiangxi planet, where I was the first student in disciplines related to intelligence and sabotage activity.
At 21, I passed exams with honors and a year later sent to the Rheinland to create the organization, leading revolutionary propaganda.
In 798, I was arrested for conducting anti-government propaganda, and in 802 fled to Motherland. At the same time I became acquainted with Lenin, a leading theoretical researches in the propaganda. Corresponded with the comrades in the revolutionary organization in the Rheinland. Since 804 year advocated the unification of all anti-government factions of Sirius in a single secret network.
In 805, I was again thrown in Rheinland, this time together with Lenin. We continued propaganda activity together.
I was arrested again and in 807 was condemned to perpetual hard labor without the right to supply appeal on the Bautzen base. On the way there I managed to escape using an emergency landing at the Brandenburg border station and stealing starflier. In Dresden, I contacted my brother Leo, who worked in the propaganda department at the Red Hessians organization and was the captain of cruiser "Aurora". Vogtland Base became my next dislocation.
From 808 to 812 I ran a small information network "Wahrheit", designed to distribute the revolutionary propaganda and benefits for saboteurs and guerrillas. In 814, the network has resumed its work and has substantially expanded. Until 815 it was named "Unser Wort".
In 815, I participated in the revolutionaries conference of Rheinland, together with Lenin. The results of the conference were documented and sent to the Center.
In 816 I was accused authorities of Rheinland of spying for the Liberty (this time i managed to hide my origin too), and sentenced in absentia to death. Then I began to regularly fly Loki. Together with my brother and other comrades of the revolutionary-minded organizations of Rheinland, I participated in many operations behind enemy lines, while continuing to conduct intelligence work. We have destroyed many battleships and cruisers of the enemy, not to mention the smaller vessels.
L. D. Trotzky, FIS Lieutenant
**Data Uploaded**
**End Transmission**
Trotzky's ship has entered the Omega-52 via the Jumphole from the Omega-5. Leonid was ordered by CPW-Kurt.Eisner to stop engines and wait for response. Hessian IFF saved him from being blown to pieces at first sight, but it was quite unpleasant to see the guns of Coalition vessel aimed at you and ready to fire. Still, he hoped, Center received his message and soon he will recieve permission to move and dock to Zvezdny Gorodok instead of pulses, razors, cerbers and missiles.
Vladislav was sitting near the door waiting for his turn. He was thinking about the text of appeal he sent to Comissariat about joining the regular space forces instead of his current position, trying to find any mistakes even as it was already sent, it was just too important matter for him to relax.
"From: Field agent of Propaganda Department of Foreign Intelligence Service Vladislav Eduardovich Lenin
To: Coalition Recruitment Office
Having worked hard in my direct field of propaganda in Rheinland area of interest both under role of civilian and being the part of Red Hessians organization i came to the decision that i will better serve the Revolution in the role of a space craft fighter in regular forces of Coalition.
Before i was sent to Rheinland second time to contact my uncle Vladimir Lenin - who was honored by our family to be the Vladimir of this generation in memory to Grandfather Lenin - in Red Hessians, who has a position of commander of Kronstadt cruiser, i passed the fighter pilot exams at Zvezdny Gorodok sucessefuly with highest results of tactical combat control in my group.
During my operations as a member of Red Hessians i have gotten some battle experience in different fields of situations, including support missions for capital fleet ships, intercepting enemy bombers while piloting fighter, destroying capital ship targets while piloting a bomber, patrolling in harsh conditions of asteroid fields and high radiation damage using my skills recieved at Zvezdny Gorodok and significantly improving them.
I believe that my job of spreading our word among both civilians and Hessians in Rheinland space will continue by the propaganda and intellegence groups created in the Rheinland territory and by our Hessian comrades (including my uncle) i shared the nessesary materials with. My job is over as those groups are well hidden and supposed to be self-sufficent for at least a year in the worst case and after that time i believe it will only require a novice agent to restore what was possibly lost during that year.
I am requesting to join the regular forces to finally take part of our fleet operations in this sector. I insist that i will be more worthy for out cause in this place than being sent to intellegence and propaganda mission again as to keep our sucesseful guidance of Rheinland people we need to focus on military operations as our propaganda already works perfectly and need only our sucesseful operations to take its place in people's hearts.
My department were informed of that desicion and i was allowed by FIS to leave the place of field agent in case this appeal will be passed."
Still sounds good, thought Vlad after repeating it to himself. Let's see will the space forces recruitment find it to sound good to.
The door opened, letting another appeal maker to go.
- Next! Vladislav Eduardovich Lenin! - said the voice from the room.
With a nervous pause, Angelica Broch walked into the lobby of the recruiting office. Others sat about, either looking at one another suspiciously or just twiddling their thumbs. She brought a hand up and smoothed her hair slightly, trying to make herself all the more presentable. She took a seat and went over the words in her head, trying to get them to sound just right.
One by one, each one was called, some returned, others didn't. She didn't comment about it. That would be unwise. Soon a voice called her name. It was rather serious and cold, as if they were talking about a thing, not a person.
She stood up and forced herself to walk forward. Each step was a protest of her consciousness. Her mind didn't want her to be there, so what forced her forward? Willpower? Loneliness? No. It was Katz. She quickened her pace at the memory of him; more relaxed now that she had motivation.
The Commissar sat at his desk, filing over papers before looking up at her a moment later. Quickly, Angie snapped a salute, smart and rather crisp. The Commissar nonchalantly returned it, gesturing to a chair.
With an emotionless voice, he began to speak.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Oleg walked into the lobby of the recruitment office, and yawned as he twisted his body around to the side, cracking his back.
Walking up to the reception desk, a young woman sat with a headset around her head, it's black plastic band bearing the SCRA logo.
"Hello, My name is Oleg Kaczmarczov, I am here to apply to join the ranks of the glorious fleet." Oleg removed his cap as be said this, attempting to be polite.
"Alright comrade, please take a seat and wait for your name to be called." The receptionist replied in a monotone voice, not even looking up from her terminal.
"Da, of course." Oleg placed his cap back on his head, and shuffled over to the last remaining seat in the waiting room, a tiny, white plastic chair fit for a young teenager at best.
Once he had bent down enough to place his large frame upon the chair, he could be compared to a circus clown, squatting into a tiny car to perform some slapstick performance.
Looking down the row, Oleg scratched his rough stubble, as he analyzed each person in the row. Some were nervous, sweating through their clothes. Some remained calm, eyes shut, breathing deeply. Oleg shrugged inwardly, before picking up one of the propoganda magazines, and began to read.
As he slowly read the book from cover to cover, the aisle slowly emptied. Name after name was called. Some returned from the office triumphant, beaming from ear to ear. Some did not return at all.
This did not bother Oleg, he was confident in his success.
Finishing his magazine, Oleg looked down the aisle. He was next in line.
Vicenta impatiently waved Markov out. "Come back to me when you have an answer, si?" Her comm chimed and she glanced at the message from Trotsky, before deleting it and sending a kill-on-sight order to the Eisner. "Next! Vladislav Eduardovich Lenin!" she barked. As Lenin entered the room, she said, "Ah, Comrade Lenin. Obviously fake name, obviously fake story, plus you obviously can't read or you would have known to apply in person. Take him to a cell and interrogate him to find out what he knows!" She snapped her fingers and two Provost officers dragged him off. "NEXT!"
Quote:The Commissar sat at her desk, filing over papers before looking up at her a moment later. Quickly, Angie snapped a salute, smart and rather crisp. The Commissar nonchalantly returned it, gesturing to a chair.
With an emotionless voice, she began to speak.
"Amiga, if you don't start talking in the next ten seconds I'll start charging you rent."
Sergey walked into the waiting room and up to Riley. Smiling nervously he bent down to whisper in his ear.
"The Provost Marshal would like to speak to you," he said. "It's very important apparently."
As Riley stood he did not see Litvenko palm the holdout pistol into his left hand. Remembering his orders he turned around and stared Riley in the eyes.
"A message from command, comrade. No time wasters."
With that Sergey shot the man straight in the groin. as Riley doubled over in pain, Sergey stood above him.
"The first was from me, I do not like to be made to come here when the Coalition has more important things to be doing. You make me sick, were it not for you, i would be flying my fighter for the coalition. The second is from Command itself. Good bye Mr. Riley. You will never trouble us again."
With that Sergey shot the man between the eyes.
He turned to the secretary, whose demeanour hadn't changed.
"My apologies miss, I will have a cleaning crew sent up immediately."
Sergey turned and walked out.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
Angie smiled, slightly. The joke was amusing, but she shouldn't really enjoy it. She went back to a serious face. "It is safe to assume that I am applying for the SCRA, so I'll cut to the chase."
She cleared her throat and spoke with more power in her voice, speaking as if she believed what she said, "I was a Liberty Rogue. It was a rather lonely, cold, and cruel lifestyle. I gained the inspiration to join after talking to a rather freshly recruited Alvin Katz. After our conversation, I realized that my life was rather sad and pathetic. As a Rogue, you own your ship and nothing else. You are practically the leader of your own ship. People don't help you because you're a fellow Rogue, but because you have something that you can offer them. There was no sense of camaraderie," She said it as though she had practiced it, "If I had died, no one would care."
She sighed and looked down, clearing her throat again as she looked up, "After speaking to Alvin, I realized all this. It made me see that I wasn't appreciated as a marauding savage who took other people's money and killed them afterward. I didn't pirate again after that. I waited until the recruitment officers were open here," She looked the Commissar in the eyes.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
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