SCRA Recruitment Centre

[aerelm]

One of the soldiers runs into the room,
"Comrade Commissar, a Colonial Ship, tagged '=CR=Notus[44th]' just entered our scanners range, He says his real name is Mikhail Sarayev and is Coalition-Born. One of the technicians in Control room says he knows the man, Should we grant him access to Dock ?"
and waits anxiously for commander's order,

[Tabris]

If Ben was afraid of death that was close he did not show it, instead he looked at his old friend right in the eyes, unflinching.

"It is true that the LRF shot at Corporate Vessels who supported the Navy Fleet financially, but never have we destroyed a Civilian Vessel that has not fired upon our own first out of misinformation from their Leaders, i am a Soldier FOR the People, i do not Murder those who depend upon me to free them from their shackles of tyranny. " he spoke before he put on his spectecles calmly.

"Commissar-Captain, look me in the eyes, tell me...Do you see a Dog who cannot tell a Sheep from a Wolf?" he asked calmly.

[arvg]

Chief Petty Officer Byk shot the messenger with the shotgun, a rather messy reaction to an 8-guage shotgun shell that sent a rather large amount of gore flying across one wall, and a rather large hole in the door and said messenger.

"Pasha!" Katz admonished. "You were supposed to shoot the idiot before he could speak!"

"Da Comrade," Pasha looked dejected. "I shall do better in future..."

Katz shrugged over at Ben, "sorry for the interruptions, it seems people have forgot that barging into my office tends to be fatal. Excuse me a moment..." he picked up the Growler phone.

"Fighter Guard Control this is Commissar Katz, seems that there is some Colonial seeking to dock. Let him dock, then tear that ship apart for its secrets, ruff up the pilot a lot, and drag what's left in front of the recruitment Commissar... I'd rather you left enough of him to answer her questions... but if you can't do that it is no big loss..."

Katz set the phone down, and looked into Ben's eyes. "I know you, and I know what you are capable of and what you could become..." he picked up a package and tossed it across the table... pointing to his desk. "Use my desk, and get it done. Good luck Benji... Pasha will stay here to... ensure you don't forget where you are." He lit another cigarette and calmly stepped over the messenger's body. "When you're done let me know."

He nodded to Pasha as he left his office, heading to deal with the intruding Colonial vessel.

---

[Tabris]

Ben nodded his head slightly in agreement and shakes his head in pity at the poor messenger before he caught the package and gave Alvin a nod before he headed to the desk. Paperwork...He couldn't escape it in LRF...Looks like the Coalition was no different in that area...He sighed as he began to fill out the papers calmly.

[aerelm]

A Muscular Middle-aged man in Colonial Military uniform walks into Recruitment office, both soldiers escorting him were trying to keep at a safe distance,
"Excuse me for my delay ma'am, Seems I had to teach some manners to a few young comrades down in the docking bays, sure it would be a busy day at the medical wing" The man chuckled darkly and continued, "Pardon me for my behavior but I don't have so much good memories from the first 16 years I spent as a Coalition," Then pulls a chair and sits down, "Where should I begin ?" He asks himself and scratches his chin, waiting to see reaction of the lady siting behind the desk.

[pieguy259]

"Begin by telling me where you'd like to be shot first," she snapped, picking up her blaster. "You invaded our system, disrupted a Commissar's work-" She motioned to the guards, who threw him to the floor. "-assaulted our men and then dared to show your face in my office and claim you were once in the Coalition! Well, let me tell you, comrade. If you were once in the Coalition..." She pointed her blaster at his head and planted her foot on his chest. "You're gonna regret coming back." She fired.
"Clean up this mess," she told the maintenance crew, one of whom she noticed was walking with a noticeable limp, and returned to her desk.

---

PanGalactic Travel Company | PanGal Feedback | PanGal Recruitment

[aerelm]

The man struggled to get up, but unable because of the deep wound "I knew this would happen if I come back" he hissed.

[pieguy259]

"How are you still talking?" She unloaded another three rounds into the man's head and torso, then just to make sure, stomped his head flat with her spiked boot. She picked up her comm. "Get a team from Mykolaiv here. We had a spy who stayed talkative after a point-blank headshot and I want to know why." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. That was her best boot.

---

PanGalactic Travel Company | PanGal Feedback | PanGal Recruitment

[jammi]

Nicholai Markov had been a maintenance worker for the last four years. His father had been a maintenance worker for his entire life too, that is, until a Commissar discovered he'd been re-routing classified message dump reports and airlocking them. He'd deserved to die as a traitor, and the family had agreed. As a tribute to the recruiting Commissar, he carried his father's orange overalls under his arm, folded neatly so as to clearly display the single blood stained bullet hole on the front.

He was wearing his People's Coalitionary Rest and Relaxation Garments, as approved by the Commissariat, instead of his regular orange overalls. He only wore them when he was on duty in the lower engineering levels of Zvezdny, or assisting the trained engineers with swapping out damaged modules on Partisans and Insurgents. They didn't trust him not to screw the Revolutions up though. The PRRGs were far more comfortable.

He approached the outer office warily, then knocked to enter. Opening the door a moment later, he found himself in a spartan waiting room; a secretary was sat behind a desk. "Mr. Markov? Your appointment is in a moment. The Commissar is currently occupied with her business. Please take a seat." This was punctuated by three gunshots in rapid succession, followed by a sickening crunch and thud.

He took a seat, and placed the ruined overalls on the chair next to him. The door swung open and a man adorned in orange overalls scurried through. He waved weakly at his fellow maintenance worker then hurried away into the office with a mop and a large black sack.

---

News article library, feedback and content requests.

[pieguy259]

"NEXT!" Vicenta called from inside her office.

---

PanGalactic Travel Company | PanGal Feedback | PanGal Recruitment