The man caught sight of the happenings. 2 Coalition officers were ordering applicants to go to a specified area. It was a chaos in the recruitment area, marines dragging a man away and the smell of blood filled the misty atmosphere. He noticed a gesture from an angry high ranked Coalition officer, he then realized this officer was yelling at him, obviously furiated. It was his turn to go.
He walked up in a stiff manner up to the officer.
"I am here to give my loyalty and service to the Coalition." The man said outright in a confident tone.
He waited for a response as he did not know if he was talking to the wrong guy. He was careful to choose his words, as one slippery mistake may mark his grave
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
Katz stood sipping his coffee, and chain smoking his third cigarette.
He looked the applicant over, as Katz stood before the shattered glass wall to the CIC, amidst the blood, smoldering consoles and the pall of death hanging in the air. He glanced at Via, before rubbing his temples.
I am in no mood for stupid today, as you can tell were had a full consignment of stupid and I would appreciate a little bit of sanity, He gestured with his mug. You nuts?
Down the hall Ben was still reading his paper, chuckling as he read a report on this 'Independant Communist Mining Group', they would never acheive true Communism with the way they'r digging for profits and not for the betterment of mankind.
As he was reading his newspaper a young Sub-Lt came up to him, whispering in his ear, nodding Ben stood up, folding his newspaper under his arm and casually pulled out his knife, examining it for any form of flaw, it's twin blades reflecting light from the ceiling as he turned it over.
He waited acouple feet from Alvin's Office, just examining his knife and waiting for a signal to "remove" a failed applicant. He hadn't used his Close-Quarters Combat skills since his LRF days, this would hopefully serve as Knife-Practice. Flipping it with one hand over and over he started to count how many times he could flip it without slicing himself within his mind.
The man simply shaked his head, he was used to the scene of destruction, and the chaos barely shook up, but he did feel a slight raise in blood pressure.
"I am as sane as I can be sir." The man claimed.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
Ben received a nod from a Marine down the hall, he walked into the office, his movements silent from years of practice, creeping up upon the poor fool who had yet to notice his presence, if Alvin noticed he didn't say.
Slowly raising his arm with the newspaper high above the applicant's head he let it drop fast, making a loud satisfying "Smack" sound, ironicly the section he used to hit him had "Insane Naked Gaian streaks Queen" on the front page, the top of the poor man's head would sting for a minute since Ben hit him with the full force of his arm.
Marcus raised his left eyebrow as he saw the body dragged past him. He examined the injuries, trying to figure out what he was up against.
He acknowledged Katz' order, standing up and proceeding down the corridor, looking for Room 101.
Soon enough he reached the door, a rather nasty, large Coalition Marine stood guard outside.
"I, errr-" Marcus began,
"Do not care" The Marine simply stated, cocking his assault rifle,
"Okay..." Marcus sighed, passing the Marine and knocking on the door,
He heard a loud sound and opened the door,
"High Command sent me. I'm here to... apply for the Science Team, or the Military. Or both" he stepped inside and closed the door.
He has lost his Rheinland flight suit, instead wearing his infiltration attire, minus guns and equipment. He wore a comfortable combat jacket, standard issue combat trousers and boots.
His holser was empty, and his expression blank. Marcus examined the room, working out exactly what he could use to his advantage should he need to, not that he thought he would make it out alive if something bad happened.
Bjorn looked over new applicant. It was odd they have sent someone to him, but no matter. He reached under a table to produce an set of shining steel bolts.
"Comrade, there is five of those, and you have four extremeties. So, answer correctly and you might have to only limp away to medical." - Commodore glared into rheinlander's eyes.
"Why are you here?" - he asked, loading first bolt.
The man felt a little stinging temptation on the top of his head, however it was not strong enough to daze him. The man turned around to see another Coalition officer, his arms cocked back ready to whack him again.
The man, unflinched faced the newcommer in the eye.
"I do not know who you are buddy, but you hit me again with that newspaper then I will grab that straight out from your hand and introduce to you my fist, hell ill even cover it up with the newspaper to cushion the blow..."
The man turned around to the Recruitment Commisar. "If he is part of my application process then please give him my sincerest apologies, but if he is not then with all due respect I would like to continue... without the monkey business. I am a man who do not like to be backstabbed, Id rather face it up front." The man did not smile and did not frown, his expression was blank.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
A crossbow? This place is crazy. Marcus thought, he'd like it here, if he lived.
"I'm here because I want to serve the Coalition" he started, "I've dedicated most of my life to hunting Das Wilde and selling out my house. I lost faith in them, they betrayed me"
He straightened up his stance,
"I'm the best of what Rheinland had, better then all those peace lovers. I got s**t done" Marcus cleared his throat, "I'm the best of the best, and my own house threw me aside like some common criminal. I wanted to make house Rheinland great!"
Marcus sighed,
"I want to be great too, I want to make weaponary to combat and effectively kill the Das Wilde, eventually maybe the Nomads too. I want to protect the people from the Alien threat, and show them that there is an alternative to the corrupt governments that oppress them"
He eyed up the shiny silver bolt in the Crossbow,
"Like I said, I'm here because I want to serve the Coalition"
Katz nodded, "Fair enough. Lt. Warner take the Applicant here down to the Hanger deck, and give him a fair chance to face you. If he impresses you, then I'll give him the papers... if he doesn't... then you know what to do..."
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