Possibly not noticing he had regained consciousness, or hearing his greeting. He pondered his options as the Commandante talked aloud. As he instructed men to remove him, he decided on what to say.
'Let me say what I have come to say. After that you may do with me as you wish.' He said it loud and clear, despite blood pooling in his mouth from his broken nose.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Steele already had an idea in mind. He pulled out his Combat Knife, ready to have some fun. He closed in from behind the man, unfortunately for Daemon, the applicant spoke.
"Let me say what I have come to say. After that you may do with me as you wish"
Daemon looked at the Commandant who merely nodded. Disappointed, Daemon returned to his corner. He kept his knife out though, looking at it menacingly.
Turning around, nodding to stave off Daemon he laughed lightly.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked "Your deep in trouble 'freunde'." he stated as he leaned lightly against the 1-way Glass Wall, amused mildly as he beckons for him to say his piece.
"Than speak quickly, before I decide your really not worth the time and allow these gentlemen to finish what they started." he stated, motioning towards the men in question with his right hand.
He heard the heavy footsteps retreat from behind him. He had to sigh in relief at that.
'I do not believe you need yet know my name. If what I now believe to be a probable fate unfurls around me, then why would you or I care if you knew my name?
'But six years ago I left the Colorado system for the first time to seek a cause I found to be just and worth fighting for. Dying for. I pretty much travelled across Sirius, studying what factions did and how they treated their workers or pilots.
'Eventually I heard about the Coalition and decided to see what you wanted. Why you existed. I decided that your cause was a cause worth the fighting and the dying because of one simple right that you attempt to spread through the Sirius Sector: fairness. I grew up in the Colorado mines so I know how people are extorted for their labour.
'I know little about the history of the Coalition, and care even less. All I know is that anybody who is now in the past failed if their position was taken by another, so all I need to know about is the present. What you do now is all I care about. Why I decided to come here and attempt to join your ranks.
'I knew of course it was a long shot. But I decided that I would be nothing if I found the people who attempt to bring rights to workers but did nothing to help them. That is all I have to say, kill me now if you wish but I make only one request. Only one. Make sure the watch on my wrist serves another person.' He lifted the arm with his watch as high as it would go with the restraints.
'Order what you want, Commandante.'
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
At that be cracked up laughing, holding his chest as he let himself let go of the humour he was holding back.
"You want to join us without even knowing the history of our great struggle?" he mocks with mirth in his tone as he closed the distance quickly, leaning slightly over the broken beaten man as he shakes his head.
"You don't bother to try to know the history of our Federal Socialist Republic we've shed our blood, sweat and tears for?!" he asks, now growing in rage as he lashed out with a solid right cross.
"Back to bed princess!" he growled as the man went unconscious once again, nodding to the men to remove him.
Turning quickly he pointed to the woman 'Jess'.
"I want her in this office next...Send a Signal to Squad II to carry it out, as for this one...Have fun Gentlemen, I don't want to see this piece of trash anymore!"
Daemon smirked. Being the generous soldier that he was, however he took the mans watch and gave it to his Comrade Sasha Orlov and they both brought the unconscious man to the Airlock.
Now, being a Merciful Soldier, he decided to end it quick for the man, he brought up his Prototype AK-666 and shot him in the head with it. The man died instantly and parts of him splashed onto Daemons Armour. He and Sasha then flushed the man out of the Air-Lock and ordered maintenance to clear the giblets of the man off the floor.
Both of them went back into the Commandants Office eager to see what Squad-II had in mind.
Jayce stepped quickly off of the Credit, jogging down to the Commandante's office.
"Ohcrap ohcrap ohcrap, I'm gonna' be late to work recruitment!" Jayce muttered under his breath, breaking into a sprint. He passed the mess hall, waving to who he thought was Captain Alvarez.
"Who the hell just waved at me?" said one of the Sub-Lt's working as buss-boy.
Jayce passed the Recruitment station, before spinning around, and screeching to a halt.
"Sorry I'm late, Commandante. Provost Marshal stuff to do, ya' feel me?" He said, slightly out of breath.
Brooks noticed the last applicant, and Daemon and Orlov in the back of the room in power armor.
"Well... Crap. I'll go without armor, I guess." Jayce said, pulling a small brass knuckle from his hip pocket.
"Where do I start, Commandante?"
Paddy Holly comes bouncing to just before the door, carried on by a feather-footed river dance. He stops briefly to salute his superiors as he was, after all, a muck-sponge. He paid special attention to Mister Ivan Rasputin who was already waiting for Jayce and Paddy.
As Paddy jigs up to the door, he gives a protective glance towards his glass of milk and whispers to Jess on the pass,
"Err... Commandante?" Jayce said, rather loud.
"Must be asleep or something. Leading the Fighter Wing must be tiring."
Jayce thought of the new female recruit...
"So what do we do now?" He said, with a rather evil-looking smirk on his face.
"I mean, there's this girl waiting outside, and a room... Which I suppose we could lock from the inside, and---" Jayce cut himself off, realizing what he was thinking about doing.
"COMMANDANTEee!" He yelled, trailing off at the end, realizing he was screaming into the ear of a man who could order his execution with the wave of a finger.
Commissar Rasputin walked trough the corridor slowly, with a old .50 caliber pistol in his shoulder holster, he had walked past the miss sitting waiting for her turn, he went inside the office of Warner and saluted, as Mr Brooks entered the office and after he spoke, Ivan sighed.
He turned towards Brooks and said quite friendly..
"She is outside waiting for you and Mr Paddy here, to bring her into the Commandant's office.. Sir"
Rasputin smiles at Brooks as he motions to the door.
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