Darren contemplated his answer for a moment. While he believed the answer was obvious would a hint really have been necessary if it were? Or perhaps he was just overthinking the question. In the end he decided he must be overthinking it.
"The true power of a revolution lies with the proletariat from what I have understood in my readings. However different philosophers all seem to have different ideas on how exactly the proletariat should be organised, if it is organised at all, in order for a revolution to be successful."
"Yes, the people are the true power of a revolution. Without the people behind you, a revolution is doomed to fail." Sasha said. She kicked her boots back up. "We of the Coalition face insurmountable odds. We fight odds that would make your average game of Command and Annihilate look like a walk in the park. We have made tactical retreats, only to leap back into the fray to ensure no man gets left behind. Darren, 'hero' is a name given to the dead. Yes, we have heroes who live, but how many do you see? Most of the heroes of this Revolution have died. Why, tell me, should we risk the chance of having you join the Coalition, and dishonor thier courage and sacrifice for the Revolution?"
Sasha movedher gun away from Rassid. "And you. Be good, and I'll have Alicia bring in more coffee. You're scaring these recruits tovarich."
It was the early afternoon, a small ship of the Roc class landed in the docking bay, a fairly young man in his mid 20's ,tall and built athletic, muscles showing through his shirt. He jumped down onto the Deck and looked around. So This is the famous Trotsky, very impressive, he thought to himself. He walked to the stairs, nodded at every person he saw respectfully, he climbed the stairs and entered the Recruitment lobby. He took a deep breath as he looked around, he walked up to the desk with the woman sitting behind it.
"Good Day , Im here for the Recruitment, My name is Eric Collins."
The Woman looked up at him and grabbed some papers from her desk, she handed them to him along with a brochure. She instructed him to sit in the Lobby and fill out the papers while he waited to be called. Eric nodded, he took a pen and sat down in the Lobby , beginning to fill out the papers.
Sasha heard the new recruit come in, then turned her head towards Rassid.
"Can I trust you in having you interview this one, or do I need to keep you here and have Vorzhevsky see to him?" She asked of the man, eying him. "Or should we bring him in here?"
Darren was caught slightly off guard by the question.
"I would imagine that by trying to sell my better qualities to you Commissar I would already dishonour their memory by appearing so self centered and yet still claiming to fight for the same cause as the one they gave their lives for."
"Well, that was an answer I was not expecting." She said. Sasha took a moment to survey Darren. "Go out into the lobby and wait for us to call you back in." She yawned. '"Rassid, drag that guy in now, seems this ended earlier then I thought."
Eric looked up as he saw the man walk out, he got up and headed over to the counter. He handed the papers back to the woman behind the counter, and she pointed him to the open door. Eric nodded and headed to the door. He stepped inside and looked at the two patrons. A woman and a Man sitting at the desk, he bows shortly and respectfully and walks up to the Table.
Good Evening Comrades, My name is Eric Miller, here to join the glorious Fighter Corps of the Coalition.
Eric looked at the two, and waited for a response from either of the persons sitting across from him.
"We are not part of the Kusari Empire. Do not bow, you show respect by actions, not meaningless gestures. If you are to do a gesture, do not make it as meaningless as a bow." Sasha snapped. "No Rassid, heel." She scowled. "Glorious as it is, it is not a win a day with vodka for everyone. You must know how to twist a defeat into victory. Even a defeat can turn into a victory if handled correctly. We gain victories, but we also gain defeat. Do you have the motivation, the will, to fight for the Revolution, despite every setback, every hopeless battle? Can we count on you, in the time that we need you to face death in the face and fight on?"
Eric nodded as she put him in his place, he listened closely to her words, as she spoke about meaningless gestures. A slight gaze went upon Rassid as she spoke to him , but his attention immediately snapped back to her , his full attention now with her, he nodded a bit before he began to speak again.
Of Course, Comrade , i have not come here to bathe myself in Vodka after every engagement. I came here to fight for the Revolution, whatever it takes, whatever i have to do. It is only natural that not every fight can be won, but every fight is useful, and even if defeated, every fight can be utilized for the next Victory. Every fight is useful toward the Goal that is sought. I am willing to give what it takes to the fight and the Coalition.
Eric stood there, his feet right next to each other, his hands crossed behind his back. He looked at her, a determined face, he was ready to fight for the Coalition , and he would make it clear.
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