Mendel sighed, gesturing for the man to stop, taking a chair from the wall and setting it facing backwards. He straddled it, resting his arms on the back, setting his chin on that.
"Sit down, I am going to explain a few realities of the Coalition for you... maybe this will explain why all of this seems so... random..."
Mendel gestured for his coffee, and Alicia hurried across to give it to him. The Commissar looked into the cup and then up at each of the recruits.
"The Coalition needs people that can follow orders... sounds simple enough... but we are in a constant state of war... war with everyone and every thing, to a degree. This is the nature of a true revolution... it cannot be in just one nationstate, it cannot stop there... look it's like this..."
"The need for equality can easilly fill a cup..." he motioned, "but it quickly fills over the cup... filling other cups... each cup helping the other to get full... ensuring that there is enough for everyone... but there are those that don't wish this... those that want nothing more than to exploit the masses... Well they want to control this equality... I mean, if everyone were equal... what would be the point of money? What would be the point of accumulated wealth?"
Mendel shook his head. "The Coalition is built upon the Social Credit... your work is just as important as mine, and mine as hers," he nodded to Alicia. "While she assists me, I am not better than her, nor she better than me. This whole office works because she can do her job, and I can do mine, knowing that we support one another."
He looked at each of them, "the SCRA needs reliable people out there, brothers in arms, people that will fight for you even if you are out numbered 18 - 1..." he shook his head.
"General Alvarez once fought Five of Liberty Navy's finest pilots, buying time for a bomber wing to escape. Why? Because that was his job, to protect his men. His men knew they were safe when he turned to face their pursuers, they knew he was doing it to ensure they could do their jobs in peace."
"Colonel Rhade, the Training Commander, once turned back from a successful raid, when he heard that one of his men had fallen behind, ordering all of his strike fighters back into the fray, out numbered 3 to 1, just to ensure that no man was left behind. He returned victorious from that battle..."
"Hermanos, Comrades, brothers, these words mean something here... and when I ask you questions, I need to know that you know why you are here... what we are about... what is it we're fighting for... and why would I lay down my life for you?"
"No bother, I prefer my coffee black, thanks" Koos replied amicably. Suddenly, the woman sitting on the bench stopped reading and noticed the note left for her only moments before by the coffee gentleman. She got up and hurried over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. Without warning an song started slowly playing in the reception room. It slowly picked up pace before leading into a powerful chorus. Perhaps this was power this coalition wished to show. Such powerful movement of music almost brought a tear to Koos' eye.
Soon enough, the woman wandered out of the reception. Without warning, an impressive, regal looking man strode confidently into the room. With outstretched hand he pointed at Koos' compatriot and uttered his simple command: "Bust a move." This must be the man himself.
The recruit looked shocked, but the threat of force soon brought him about. He began trying to approximate an ancient earth dance that Koos recognized. He believed his ancestors called it "the funky chicken."
Another impressive figure appeared and the two began debating the merits of the recruits choice with much animosity. Koos heard a faint laughing from behind him. From the corner of his eye he noticed the woman had returned and found the performance quite amusing. A stern look from the commander brought back an air of seriousness to the levity.
The Commissar in his power instructed his audience to be seated, which all honorably obeyed. With simple charisma he told us of the most basic tenet that the coalition stood for: equality. We are all equal to each other in our work. Although some may be of higher rank and others owe them obedience, all work for the good of everyone else. Great heroes had come before us. They embodied this tenet to the greatest effect, winning countless victories for the revolution and salvation of all mankind.
Soon, the gauntlet was thrown. The commissar asked each why he, the great master himself, must lay down his life for ours. Taken aback by this question. Koos paused to think.
So true is it that unnatural generally means only uncustomary, and that everything which is usual appears natural.
Yuri stopped his horrible dancing and listened to what the Commissar had to say. After listening to him, Yuri thought carefully about how to answer.
"Sir, I am not here to bring glory upon myself. I am here because it is time for me to join my comrades in arms to further the revolution. Commissar, growing up in the Coalition, I know that we fight to bring education to the common man, so that he may bring the revolution to the houses. We do this because the working class is suppressed by the rich and by the corrupted governments. In response to your last question, Commissar, we will all, at one time or another, be called to lay down our lives for our comrades. We do this because we all fight for the revolution."
"Commissar. We are here for each other. We are here for our brothers. We are here for all mankind.
We are here to save our lost brethren from themselves. No one deserves to live in slavery. The capitalist system makes slaves of us all. The "freedom" it pretends to give is illusionary. For all of history, the world can be equated to two classes. The haves and the have-nots, the bourgeois and the proletariat, the men and the women, the rich and the poor. The former trample the latter, but in a way that the latter do no realize. Everywhere humankind is in chains. The rich take everything from the worker and give back only what he needs to survive in order to replicate his slavery. He is always paid less than his work is worth because this empowers the rich.
That whore democracy blinds men to this. They think they have the chance to change things, to lessen their burden by electing leaders. This isn't true power. The regime itself is exploitative and poisonous. Democracy gives the people the illusion that things are always getting better, when they are just as enslaved as ever. The next guy, he's the one that will release us and make us rich. No, the one after that. No we were wrong, here's the one. It goes on and on.
The poor don't want to be free in capitalism. They want to be rich, to be powerful. What kind of a want is that? Is that were real happiness comes from? The ability to force another to produce for you? NO!
True happiness lies in being able to be a factory worker in the morning, a painter in the afternoon, a poet at night and a philosopher after that. It lies in being able to use your mind to the maximum potential, without worry and without suffering. Capitalism produces inequality naturally. It is unjust.
Religion plays a sinister role in the exploitation of the worker as well. Everywhere god fearing people are told "don't worry, your salvation is at hand" or "don't worry, your salvation will come in the afterlife." It never comes. How convenient it is that the worker is promised that things will get better only after they die and can't enjoy it. It's an utter lie. Religion and the bourgeois are in bed together.
And look what capitalism has done to the woman and her lot. Property has made men evil creatures. In order to preserve their property through clear and distinct lines of inheritance they invent social institutions that require women to be chase under pain of alienation and even physical violence. Property devalues women's work by relegating them to the home where they are valueless. In capitalism, only things that have exchange-value, that can be exchanged for money are valuable. If a woman isn't producing in the economy, she is less than a person.
The coalition, in my mind, is the one organization in the sector that is fighting for the good of all mankind. We are all brothers, and together we form the vanguard that will spark the revolution and free all of humanity from the root of all evil: property. O great commissar, why should you lay down your life to protect mine? Because we are all made equal by the glorious banner of socialism. We are the only true humans in the known galaxy. We few who believe in socialism, in the coalition. We are the few who can see the truth, that the fate and aspirations of humanity are higher than this base existence that we know. We are better than being constantly at each other throats, fighting over little scraps of paper or digital codes. Life ultimately isn't about who has the biggest ship. It's about being happy and using your potential to the greatest maximum weal for the benefit of all. That is why we all must sacrifice our lives for each other. Because together we are powerful, and move forward. We innovate, we strive, we create. In is in community that we are strong, and each owes the next their life, because wouldn't we want that in return? We must all join together and make pacts of brotherhood so that the glorious representation of humanity's future, the coalition, will live on."
Shaken by this unexpected outbust, Koos sits back and remains silent.
So true is it that unnatural generally means only uncustomary, and that everything which is usual appears natural.
[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Sergey Karelin stopped for a second near the room's entrance clutching a leaflet of the Coalition. His thoughts were puzzled, he looked tired. A long flight from Bretonia to the Baffin system in the hold of the rusty transport affected his health in not the best way. The clothes were dirty and his face was covered with stubble.
Leeds, distant homeland of Seyrey, is now going through the difficult years. But ,even before that, the family of Sergey always had problems because of their .. bloodline. Since ancient times, when the distant ancestors of Sergey went to the long travel through the stars towards the Sirius sector onboard of the "Bretonia" sleeper ship, many generations of his family went through the oppression of the rest of the people. Not for their actions, not for their look, but because of the blood, blood of the old coalition.
The last step was the death of Sergey's wife. Poor woman, but with big heart. She was sick and she was continually refused from treatment in their local hospital.
No one will help a man expect himself. Sergei had no faith in anything except himself and his dream and he decided to act like a man should do. He decided that it's time to break the chains that holded him, his family and friends for so long. He promised to himself and to his wife that he will be free. And the long-awaited chance came after so many years.
Now he knew what to do. The moment of truth has come - Victory or Death. His heart was beating heavily - here it is, the time which he waited. Waited for years. Waited and believed.
He stepped over the threshold into the room that was illuminated by the lone lamp. And his eyes stopped on him - on the man with whom he was obliged to meet. The man, the meet with whom he was searching for so long, was now standing near the table across from him.
[color=#FFFF00]"Good day. I'm glad we have finally met, my name is Sergey Karelin. Here is my short dossier."
With these words he stepped in.
Code:
Name: Sergey Karelin
Age: 26
Height: 1,88 m
Weight: 85 kg
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Blue
Biography summary:
Sergey Karelin (793 A.S. - present) was born at planet Leeds, Leeds system, Bretonia space. For 10 years was working in Leeds port, 2nd class engeneer. Wife, Anna (Alexandrova) Karelina (795 A.S. - 815 A.S.), was born at Leeds too, died from cancer in 815 A.S. in age of 21 year.
Has a technical education. Technician, engineer and pilot. He has worked well for years. However, no significant progress through the employee ranks was achieved.
Sergey was piloting light surface transport for half year before he left the job in early 819 A.S. and left the planet towards unknown location.
[font=Arial narrow]Faina listened to the commissar. She absorbed every word that he spoke then, when the others were thinking about a good answer, she decided to talk:
[color=#FFFF00]"Commissar, the examples of the heroic actions are impressive and can be considered guidance. The Coalition is the fighting for people like them. They are values that deserve to be protected by every member of the Coalition. Now..." she stops for a second and then continues, [color=#FFFF00]"The Revolution is about spreading those values to the old members of the Western Alliance. The timing is perfect, with all of them fighting. Now, why are they fighting? For power and money... nothing more. The Coalition and its members fights for an ideal. Equality and prosperity for everyone. That would ensure peace, that would save Sirius from starvation... Imagine doctors and scientists researching medicines and cures for fatal disease rather than weaponry and viruses. All this is what Coalition is about and I'd fight for people that are doing everything to protect and spread those ideals because I know they would fight for me as well."
Faina saw the injures of the burned man and she slowly shocked her head in disapproval. It wasn't something new to her. She saw work accidents on Jianxi, far worse than this one; she saw dead people but she also saw heroes that sacrificed themselves to save others. That was one of the things that made her take this decision, to join the Revolutionary Army.
She also noticed the newcomer. He seemed lost... as he entered the room... or maybe a tired but he knew what he wanted as he ignored everything that was going on there and just handed a dossier to the commissar.
Ian sat on the back of his calves as he listened to Mendel and the others speak, sipping his coffee.
When it came to him, he rose.
"I am here beacuse I could go no place else. All my life I've been a gypsy, searching for a cause, an ideal, something. I have felt and experienced ideaology across Sirius, and found it wanting, full of unintentional hypocrisy and blatant class warfare in the Houses, and rich with hatred and strife in the Edge."
He shrugged and took another sip.
"A man is not defined by his bank accounts, or his credit cards, nor by his ship or his clothes. These are tools, tools which capitalism has taken for goals, which the Social Revolution rejects. What the Coalition is about is a rebalancing of society, from the personal to the public, that a man would act for his neighbors, for his parents, for his children, for his community, before he acts for himself, and that wealth belongs to the worker out of who's blood and sweat it is forged, not to the bankers or the moneyman. This is the essence of the revolution, that few cannot control the many, that each is responsible for the good of the all, and the all responsible for the good of each."
He drained the cup and set it down on a chair, clasping his hands behind his back.
"Those are the goals the Coalition fights for, and in everything it is a struggle. That is why you might lay down your life for another, beacuse you do not abandon men, ever. You do not write them off as losses, you risk everything beacuse that is the responsibility of brotherhood, and its benefit. In order to fight with you, i must trust you to risk yourself to save me, and you must trust me to risk myself."
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Ichiro Yoshizaki docked his Tanto light fighter at Shasta. He have never been so far from the Kusari space and this was very new experience for him. He wandered through the station corridors following the signs to Coalition recruitment.
I hope I am not far too late
He entered the room and bowed. Ichiro saw people sitting around so he bowed again and quietly sat on an empty chair and started listening.
*A young boy, barely 5 feet tall and obviously a fresh applicant, stumbles into the hallway outside the attending commissar's office before looking around. He then picks a door at random takes a good look at the contents of the room before slamming the door shut obviously disappointed. After trying two more doors (the library and the ladies rest room whereupon he slammed the door and turned bright scarlet) he opened the broom cupboard unleashing an avalanche of improperly stored utilities and then proceeded to trip over every one in turn. After tripping over the final broom, he noticed the large red sign that read 'Recruitment Office' before waltzing in with toilet paper on his shoe. Without waiting to be addressed he began his story*
''Hello my name is Ian Swatch and I've decided to try and join SCRA. My motivation stems from my studies into general philosophies and ideologies that are present in Sirius today and after much research I have decided that socialism truly is out beast chance at utopia in modern conditions. As such I have devoted myself whole heartedly to the ideals of equality and justice within Sirius. I live on New Berlin a, world where workers were exploited and the Autocracy became lazy and dependent. What I heard earlier coming out of the vents was pretty much my sentiments.'
*He begins to fill a coffee cup from a nearby jug*
'Just like the cup filling those around it so too must world unite to fight off the treat of Capitalism.'
*He continues pouring until the cup overflows burning his fingers and causing him to jump. The momentum the cup maintained as it left his hands caused the entire scalding contents to spill onto the groin of one of the other applicants. Unfazed by this he continues.*
'So without wasting any more of your time I wish to offer myself to taking the first step in this glorious revolution.'
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