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[Razr]

David took a deep breath.

"First of all, the thing that makes me think I'm capable of being part of fighter corps is my life. It's hard. Several years ago, I used to be a mercenary, escorting independent traders and stuff. That job is rather hard, risky and low paid. When I got sick of it and realized that governments don't really care about people, I decided to turn against them. I met a few friends and we started to harass House authorities. You know, cops, military officers, agents and whatnot. One day, during the battle in Leeds, all my friends got killed and I barely managed to survive. Bretonia police captured me. They tortured me, tried to even brainwash me so I would fight along them, but they failed.

After months of torturing and getting beaten, I finally managed to concentrate on planning my escape. One day, a Zoner came to prison to visit me. I knew nothing about him. He said that someone sent him to get me out of there. We made an agreement and everything was planned out. I successfully managed to escape from there, but escape wouldn't be possible without a man that helped me. He had authority over the local prison and we sealed a deal.

Oh and also, this is what I got from those dirty cops."

David slowly pulled his sleeves showing the Commissar his deep, huge scars.

"This is what made me stronger and think that I'm capable of being part of the fighter corps. I have even bigger scars on my back, and believe me, you don't want to see them."

David took a deep breath waiting for the Commissar's reaction.

Vladimir feigned a yawn, glancing at the scars on David's arm with general disinterest. After a moment he locked eyes with David, wondering if he had anything else to add.

"Rumor has it, those who're competent make a decent living, it seems like you just left because you weren't making enough. You think our fighter corps is soft, that it's not risky? You think you'll be making hundreds of millions in credits? It sounds just like any other mercenary I know to be totally honest.

How do we know you won't abandon ship when you feel you're not being paid enough for your "efforts?" I find it hard to believe a lack of proper payment made you for the people. Torture? I also doubt, it seems like nothing more than a petty plot for some kind of vengeance, but if you have the tools to prove me wrong do so." Vladimir kept his eyes trained on David like daggers, waiting for him to answer.