A small shuttle began its approach for Hanger-03 of the CPW-Trotsky. Slowly, it landed in the hanger and out stepped Daemon Steele a man that looked to be in his twenties. Daemon looked around and noticed many people going about their business, few even looked at him and those that did gave a disapproving look. Daemon noticed a pair of Marines standing guard to the door that gave access to the rest of the ship and approached them.
"Good Evening, I'm looking for the Recruitment Station. I was told it was onboard."
The Marines gave Daemon a sharp look and replied in a cold and somewhat annoyed voice.
"Down the hall and to your right. Follow the signs."
Daemon nodded and proceeded to follow the directions. After a few minutes of walking he finally found the Recruitment Station and entered. He noticed several applicants sitting down in a line of chairs to his right and he also noticed a woman sitting behind a desk looking slightly annoyed, as if she hated dealing with the recruits. Daemon slowly walked up to the secretaries desk.
"Evening, my name is Daemon Steele Captain of the Ironic Gentleman. Atleast, what's left of it. I'm here to apply. I was told that the Coalition was looking for recruits and I think I've ample motivation. My motivation being that my entire ship was destroyed by an incompetent captain. One of your Commanders, Angie Broch was there to witness the destruction of my vessel ."
The woman flicked her eyes at him regarding him with little interest. She merely pointed at the line of chairs where the other applicants were.
"Sit and wait."
Daemon did as he was told and proceeded to sit down beside the other applicants. He took the time to look around the room and noticed blood stains covering much of the room. He picked up a magazine and began reading. The wait had only just begun.
