Bjorn looked over new applicant. It was odd they have sent someone to him, but no matter. He reached under a table to produce an set of shining steel bolts.
"Comrade, there is five of those, and you have four extremeties. So, answer correctly and you might have to only limp away to medical." - Commodore glared into rheinlander's eyes.
"Why are you here?" - he asked, loading first bolt.