Pausing at the voice Ben just freezes...Who the hell did that Marine grab?! Looking up the man he saw was nothing like the one he had requested, it appeared that the Marine grabbed the wrong man.
Sighing he rubs his temples, dropping the file in his hands as he does so back into it's drawer while muttering to himself about the incompetence he has been observing lately in their Marine Corps. Straightening himself out and sitting upright in the chair he stares at the rather...unsightly man before him with a cold expression.
"So your a broken man with no name, a murderer by your own admission and judging by your body posture not entirely stable of mind...So why should the Coalition want one such as you within it's ranks?" He questioned, eyeballing the man's wardrobe with mild disgust and his nose flaring as it smelt the stench of the man's rather unaccommodating oder...
' Wrote:Pausing at the voice Ben just freezes...Who the hell did that Marine grab?! Looking up the man he saw was nothing like the one he had requested, it appeared that the Marine grabbed the wrong man.
Sighing he rubs his temples, dropping the file in his hands as he does so back into it's drawer while muttering to himself about the incompetence he has been observing lately in their Marine Corps. Straightening himself out and sitting upright in the chair he stares at the rather...unsightly man before him with a cold expression.
"So your a broken man with no name, a murderer by your own admission and judging by your body posture not entirely stable of mind...So why should the Coalition want one such as you within it's ranks?" He questioned, eyeballing the man's wardrobe with mild disgust and his nose flaring as it smelt the stench of the man's rather unaccommodating oder...
Rhys enters Ben's office, with mild loud stomps from his heavy boots. He look at the man that was misunderstood who Ben requested.
"Officer, ... I believe I am the one requested." says while starring at Ben's eyes.
In answer, Anastazia took a small step forward and drew her shoulders back slightly, as if to give a better shot. "My family has dedicated everything to getting here, to rejoining with the Revolution. If I were shot dead, they wouldn't give up fighting. They'd go elsewhere, find different ways. But they wouldn't give up."
Angie lowered the gun, setting it down on the desk. She quickly opened a drawer, pulling out a series of forms. "Fill these out to the best of your abilities and hand them into the secretary." With that, she handed them to the woman and ordered her out.
"Next!"
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Words would not get him what he wanted, Falsus realized. These coalition folk were sharp; the officer didn't lose his cool in spite of the marine's error. As a second man entered the room, he decided sticking around wouldn't be helpful in any case. He took a piece of paper from his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"Consider this a riddle,sir. If you or any of your own are able to solve it, then perhaps you will gain a true understanding of why you might want me in this coalition. I'm sure with the vast resources available to you, contacting me in such a case won't be a problem."
At that very moment, the chemical reactions in Falsus' body were altered. The zerg overmind had deemed his usefulness to be at an end. As all changelings eventually do, he fell to the ground, dead; his body shrunk to the size of a small dog.
' Wrote:Petr silently knocked into the door to hall where applicants were waiting. "Excuse me, may I come in?"
Since he didn't face any resistance, he entered hall where he saw few applicants waiting.
He also saw few soldies taking few copses away. He sighed and asked: "Hey, mate, what's with those? Spies?" - he asked. "Da, they're everywhere, we have to clean then up".
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After waiting in hall for other twenty minutes, he heard call "Next!", got up and entered office.
"Dobriy den', I think we've met before. My name is Petr Diordienko" -, he said looking around.
"Ah, well. I was here about half of year ago. I still haven't got answer.
My name is Petr Diordienko, I was member of Mandalorian Mercenaries who worked for money to feed his poor friends on Manhattan."
He looked on pointed gun. "You may ask Commissar-Commander Vicenta Gonzales Vincenta if I'm right, she was questioning me before.
I haven't ever fired on any Revolution ship and I've never insulted my comrades in Revolution."