Boa Vista. An unusual place to expect any revolutionary presence and yet, Sirius Coalition official Recruiment Office is located here. People pass the corridors, occupied attending own business, gathering confidents for further trade arrangements and the kind of shady deal one would expect to be finalized on a facility run by Zoners at the edge of known Sirius. Nothing different from any random Freeport anywhere else, except for a particular place on the lower decks, not far from the docking bays, quite easy to get to for anyone arriving on the station, but still unseen from the public eye should anyone with a more imperialistic mindset fascists his way through the installation. Rather uncommon for the Coalitions general appearance, it does indeed suit the needs of its environment.
Lena walks past the guards next to the office entrance, giving the obligatory salute to them, yet not been given any emotion in return. She is used to that kind of behaviour, it is duty and they are supposed to reflect Movements rigid stance towards anyone of unknown intentions.
A few applicants awaiting their Commissariats call waste space on the seats opposite to what is likely the door to the Commissars office. A few steps aside on the head-end of the corridor a person in regular standard-coloured uniform had taken position beyond a desk, obviously the Commissariats secretary or Commissars personal adjutant. Whatever rank she holds, she is giving a fierce look to Lena, her eyes clearly indicating her expactation for a mischievous attitude to be shown at the institution she too is representing.
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Lena hands over a piece of paper, and as the secretary is not going to take it from her hand, she drops it on her desk.
"Nikolaevskaja, Lena. Diploma in Pyhsics and Applied Engineering. Contact with the Movement of the Peoples ideology with the Bundschuh. Combat training with the Red Hessians. Leninist mindset developed during study. It's obvious what I'm here for, so get done what you're appointed for."
Leaving the secretary disconcerted about what had happened just now, she is taking position clearly seperated from the other individuals present. One could make out their fear to face the inevitable execution most if not all of them will find themselves confronted with soon enough.
Lena folds her arms whilst leaning against the wall, giving another look to the secretary who is still left puzzled by the recent encounter with her.
"If you have me wait, I'll leave this accounted to your casual company, and leave you with those degenerated second-class revolutionaries here awaiting their shot in the neck."
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She dresses up her uniform a last time. Fully in black, light flight boots, wrist-cuffs, flight-parka. Then finally closing her eyes, and by what it looks performing mathematical calculations in mind, Lena is queued up on the list of applicants for the Sirius Coalition.
