New Dawn

[jammi]

"Very well then, recruit," Bjorn rumbled, as he moved his hand off the desk and started to search for something in a drawer. There was rather unpleasant "click" sound, followed by the commissar mumbling, "no, dont want that for now...". It lasted for few moments, but in the end Bjorn produced datapad and offered it to Julio. "There we go, now fill this out. I want to see how you fare with it." Julio accepted the proffered pad and quickly read the data on the screen. It was a questionnaire.

Ten minutes later Julio had almost finished filling out the questionnaire, which he had done to the best of his abilities. He hoped he'd given the correct answers, because to be frank, some of the questions were bemusing. He supposed that the seemingly innocent queries might have been designed to paint an in-depth mental portrait of him after his answers had been analysed. Similar thoughts chased each other around his head as he filled out the last question, then saved the file to the data-pad's memory.

He handed it to the Comrade-Captain, understanding the grave importance of the moment. This was it! This would decide if he would be permitted to fight for the moral liberation of the Corsair people!

Bjorn started to read the answers, taking note of their relations to each other and the model answers hed been provided wiyh. Then he reached for sabre with dazzling speed, unsheathed it and in a flash the flat side was on Julio's neck.

"You, comrade... excuse me, Sub-Lieutenant Quinetillia, should go to the third deck. Its lunch and I believe Muhadrem or whatever hes called is still handing out these delicious kebabs," he said, removing the sabre.

"Oh, and I believe you should look for your uniform and gear in 9th barrack. You are now member of Gold Wing, under my command, your partisan is being constructed as we speak." Rising up from the chair, he put sabre back in the sheath at his the belt and put the questionnaire into the machine behind him.

"Welcome to the coalition comrade. Its not something we can say often, you should be proud." Fear melted and was replaced by the fires of triumph on Julios face.

"The Coalition's trust is a true honour Comrade-Captain. I shall do my best to bring news of the Red Dawn to the people of Crete and strike down the Alliance aggressors that oppose us! Viva los Coalition! Viva los Revolution!"

Then, with a smile so broad that it might have caused the top of his head to slide off had it been any wider, Julio stood, saluted crisply, took a step back (for it does not bode well to turn your back on one of the People's Officers. Only etiquette of course) before neatly turning to the right and marching out of the office. As the door swung shut, there was a distant echoing cry of "Woohoo! Get some!" from the corridor outside.

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