26 year old Ymir Molotov walked into the bar. He gladly noticed that he did not attract too much attention thanks to his nondescript face. He scanned the bar with his dark brown eyes to seek the contact he was supposed to meet. He then noticed a man with a red bracelet and a red star on his jacket.
This is probably him, he thought.
Seating himself next to the man, he carefully looked about and whispered, so only the man could hear him, The heartless tiger does not bleed.
The mans eyes widened in recognition, and he replied with Of course it bleeds. It just doesnt bleed red.
The two made their way to a room in the back that was already set up.
The interview took a glance at Ymirs body. He appeared to be short, maybe 5 feet 6 inches at best, and he was thin and wiry, maybe 120 pounds or so. Looking at his data pad, he picked up his stylus and jotted down Appears physically weak, although credit must be given for having made it all the way here from Erie in a Starflier.
So tell me about where you come from and why you are here, the interviewer said.
Ymir began the tale: Of course, everyone with an ounce of brain knows about the War of Sol. On the verge of defeat, the Alliance members cowardly fled the Solar System. However, on board the Liberty, a man named Krakow Molotov managed to flee to the Sirius Sector. This Krakow was a secret spy for the Coalition, one of many that had managed to infiltrate the various colony chips. He had been told by his commanders to regroup, gather information, and be ready for whenever the Coalition would be reborn.
Keeping his face blank, the interviewer wrote Seems to be somewhat of a storyteller; may have a tendency to give more details than necessary.
The tale continued: I am a descendent of this Krakow Molotov. I was born on and grew up on planet Erie in the Pennsylvania system. My heritage has remained secret throughout generations, passed down only from father to first-born son. My family has been cataloging whatever information they could acquire, and we have waited for the rebirth of the Coalition. Ymir sighed. I am here to complete my ancestors mission. I am here to help bring the goals of the Coalition to fruit, just as my ancestors did centuries ago.
Seems dedicated and honest enough.
The interviewer merely said Flight Experience?
Ymir quickly said Various training simulations and that Starflier.
Definitely not one of his strong points. This one will need lots of training.
What is the Coalition about? The interviewer was interested in the answer.
Ymir looked a bit nervous. The interviewer sensed that he had not expected this question. After a moment of silence, the reply came: To put down the weak, traitorous, and cowardly, and to bring freedom to the oppressed, hard working, and honest men and women.
At least, if nothing, he has no delusions of grandeur. Although he might want to work on his preparations or predictions.
The interviewer stood up. That is enough. We will contact you when a decision is made. Good luck. He watched as Ymir mumbled his thanks and walked out. Might be a tough stretch for this one, the interviewer thought, but what he lacks in skills or abilities, he seems to be determined to join, work hard, and make a difference. This recruit can go either way. The Leadership will know what to do.
