Nikita was finally beckoned into one of the rooms by what appeared to be a Fighter Corps officer he stood up and followed him into the office as fast as he could, taking a seat where he was pointed towards and tried to maintain eye contact...Which was difficult because the common man like himself didn't interact with the Military Often, mostly it was political officers checking up on the workers' 'enthusiasm' and 'dedication to the cause' sent from the Ministry of Truth.
Still he managed to keep eye contact, barely, and gave a small nod which he hoped was confident.
"Yes sir, I am Nikita Tabakov, I was born in Omega-52 on Volgograd, I am here to join the Fighter Corps in the fight to protect our home and to stand with my people in the struggle to spread the Coalition into the Houses sir." he spoke, while his voice was confident, his mind was a whole other story, panicked and that Premier Katz willing he wouldn't be shot, he had heard rumours of 'itchy trigger fingers' and didn't want to end up like some of the less 'fortunate' souls that failed to meet the Fighter Corps expectations.
He tried not to fidget as he waited for Kyu to berate him, shoot him or simply nod and continue the questions...But that was very difficult as his mind kept drifting to the 'horror stories' of the Fighter Corps recruitment...Still the one about the Warbot seemed alittle far-fetched...
