Caesera slipped a bottle out of his pocket and took a large swig, wincing at the taste of the strong Rheinland Booze. His alcoholism was getting worse, the pressure from the last few months of his travels were getting to him, he buried his head in his hands and sighed.
Murder, not something he thought he was capable of. Sure, people had died on the operating table before, but this time he had defended himself, he had a chance to let his victim live, but he still pulled the trigger. It wasn't like him, or perhaps it was, being a perfect, upperclass citizen wasn't.
Seeing the worst of the war had changed his outlook on life, like Oskar Schindler he had a new outlook on the evils of the nations. He saw the worst of Kusari and Bretonia, the troubles that were swept under the rug were reflected in the eyes of the refugees he had helped.
He was sick of the lies, the ignorance and selfishness of humanity, he tried working with outlaws, but their stuckup views and violent ways had turned him away. He had been recently attacked by some Corsairs, after his food rations. He had tried his best to defend himself, the Hessians helped out, but when it came sparing the last Corsair, he didn't let him flee, he pulled the trigger.
And now he was here...
"NEXT!"
Kurt glanced at the large dark man to his left, an uneasy look at his muscles and a smile he forced,
"You or me friend?"
The dark man didn't respond, so Kurt stood up, brushed off his pants and proceeded to knock on the door.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
