SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Omi]

Sameli Demochev walked slowly into the recruiting office. Red banners and recruitment posters covered the walls, urging him fowards. He looked around, listening to the various, not all pleasant, noises which he heard around him. He caught sight of a row of seats, with several applicants queueing before him. He took the seat at the back of the queue, his mind racing. All his life, he felt, had been leading up to this.
For months, years even, he had debated with himself about signing up to fight for the Revolution. He'd seen so many of his friends, his comrades, flying sorties for the Revolution and returning with tales of glory. His heart swelled as he thought about it. He, too, wanted to bring glory to the name of the Revolution.
He watched as more applicants left the commissar's room. Some were moving, some were not. Not for the first time, a growing feeling of dread and nervousness rose in him. What if he wasn't accepted? He knew that denied applicants rarely made it out of the office still kicking. He turned his thoughts back to what he would say, watching the line of applicants in front of him grow slowly shorter...

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