"I wish you haven't done that comrade. We are what we are, we respect our superiors and follow orders but also we are only humans after all."
"If you really knew what we fight for then you wouldn't kneel before me. You would stand proud looking in the eyes of death pleading your allegiance to us." Gellantra muttered to himself:"Waste of my time." He pulled the trigger and everything was over in a blink of an eye.
"Observe Commissar this is how we did it before when we didn't have all those fancy gadgets, now clean my gun from this blood and tell someone to throw his body out of the airlock". Gellantra took his coat and wandered off leaving only blood footsteps behind him.
Craw's neck twitched when he heard the gunshot that was closely fallowed by a dead body hitting the ground. Just a moment later a loud "NEXT!" could be heard from inside the recruiter's office. He took a last look around to see if there was still someone alive in the waiting hall who could go before he had to - but wasn't surprised to find out that the only other two left were already dead.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. While, since his arrival in this hall, the only thought that dominated his mind was that he didn't want to die, he now plucked up all his courage, clenched his fists, stood up and walked to the recruiters office.
'Lets do this', he thought 'No one would kill anyone as awesome as me anyway!'.
He opened the door and stepped on the blood soaked floor many other lost their lives on. He managed not to look at the mess, but the smell alone made him feel funny.
"Comrade Craw reporting for duty, .... Comrade!"
He was as pale as chalk.
Vicenta looked with disdain at the trembling man, as two jumpsuited maintenance officers carried the body out. "Look at you," she said dismissively. "White as a ghost! I can already tell you don't have the spine to join us. If you can't handle the sight of blood, how can you kill a man? If you can't kill a man, how can you be in any way useful to the Revolution?" She stepped intimidatingly close to him. "Go home to your tea and dumplings, princess. You're no soldier." She pointed to the door.
Without even realizing it, he took a small step back and cleared his throat as quiet as possible.
"Well you know, since I'm actually used shoot stuff in a fighter rather than like in person ... I er ... I'm good. You know not that it'd be a problem to kill in person and all, you know. I dig blood."
He forced an insecure smile on his face.
"You know like - kill for the revolution! ha-ha- ...erm"
He swallowed.
"Seriously though, I'm an awesome pilot. You point at something, I hunt and destroy it. I mean - I don't know if you read the news or something but er - I'm actually quite famous and all. Winner of the last Cyber Games? That simulator thing? No?"
Gonzales' didn't even wink. A short but very uncomfortable pause passed without her saying anything.
"So ... that offer about me leaving without you killing me ...", he said while pointing at the door behind him with his thumb.
Still no change in her mien.
"No? Ok er - just kidding anyway. I er ... I came to stay, of course."
Katz returned from his trip to the canteen, a fresh mug of coffee in his hands and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
He stepped aside to allow the body bag to pass... the techs had even been so kind as to scoop up what was left of Luka into a bucket.
He nodded to the two Applicants filling in paper work as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Glancing at the pale, trembling man before an angry Vicenta.
"Give him a chance," Katz said. "Introduce him to Boris the Marine... if the boy here can take down Boris on the flight deck... then I say you give him an interview... if he gets beaten to a pulp... well that will answer the question of if he is tough enough."
Marcus Strauss tucked his Rheinland flight helmed under his arm and strode into the reception area of the recruitment office. He approached the desk and cleared his throat.
The receptionist looked up at him, chewing her gum, her uniform with a small Hammer and Cog pin on her shirt.
"I'm uhhh, I'm here to see Commissar-Captain Katz, or one of the other Commissars I guess..."
The receptionist continued to stare,
"Coalition Science Division? Do you apply here?" he continued,
The receptionist nodded to the chairs and continued writing whatever she was writing.
"Right... I'll take a seat" He sighed, placing the helmet on the table next to his seat, sitting down to await his turn.
"Da, Comrade Commissar," A marine barked, leveling his rifle at Craw. "Move along, Applicant!" They coaxed him towards a loading bay, where a shirtless man who could only be described as 'The Heavy' was standing. In one hand he held a baseball bat; in the other, a bottle of vodka that was half-full.
He looked at poor Craw, holding a large grin on his face. "You are so small! Is funny to me!" He said in a slurred voice then ended with drunken laughter. Before the man could reply, the baseball bat connected with his chest, sending him back ten feet.
"CRY SOME MORE!" Boris screamed, charging with vodka bottle and bat in hand, raised like some sort of medieval weaponry. With a loud crack, the bat came down on his leg, snapping it like a twig. Again, the bat came down, snapping his other leg. With an earsplitting shatter, the vodka bottle was broken against his back.
Wiping his forehead, Boris stepped back, surveying his work. The man was not dead, only in a living hell. "Will he live?" Pasha, standing behind Boris, asked.
"Da, Comrade. Take him to Igor. Our doctor, is best doctor," Boris chided, wiping the blood stains from his bat.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
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