*The sound of boots are heard stomping down the corridor, a Tall well built man marches straight into the Commanders Office. Standing to attention his posture is Stiff, trying not to break a Sweat his face emotionless and cold.*
*Salutes*
Hello Commander.
-Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kamov, pilot of the rustbucket currently moored in Dock.
The image switches to an outside camera, showing off an incredibly old and beaten Gull Transport. Plasma burns and rust spots adorn it everywhere, yet the ship looks like it has been religiously repaired every time. About a billion times over, that is...You catch a glimpse of the Wolfsburg Shipyard far into the background just before the video feed switches back.
-I am not a man of big words and inspiring proclamations. Like any Mechanic, I'm good with tools, not phrases. I don't dabble in the maze of bureaucratic paperwork, nor in the cryptic tomes of law.
I can take an order and accomplish a mission, least it's some suicide madness, yet don't expect to see any of that "SIR,YES SIR!!!" crap from me.
I mend broken stuff. I tune machines until they hum and I tinker engines until they roar like some infernal beast. I weave wires and weld armor. And there ain't a ships computer in this known universe that i can't fix.
You...you are going to war, I can see. I bet you'll be needing me a lot in the future.
Let's talk about loyalties. I hate backstabbing bastards. I don't do that. I was fired from one of those corporate vampires after slaving there for over 10 years.
And i don't like at all what these capitalist motherless dogs have done with the world.
True, I don't agree with every aspect of your Revolution, Commander. But your Coalition is something I can respect.
I hereby pledge allegiance if you will have me.
However, never forget that I am here to serve the good of the people, Commander. I will not let any Faciast stand in my way.