Not content with how the previous recruitment was run, and anxious to ensure that quality rather than quantity entered his Fighter Corps - Commandant Xu was oddly looking forward to overseeing this endeavour. Or would it be a massacre? He asked himself. He wandered down to the lounge area.
"Comrade Alicia. Good to meet you. Please send out a wideband communication to all systems that the Trotsky in Omega-50 is open for business.
He turned round and headed to one of the secure rooms behind the receptionists desk. He sat down and awaited the recruits to come in.