In an office with walls made of 1-way glass, Commandate Ben Warner looks out at the newest batch of hopefuls that want to join the Coalition, a small smirk on his face as he just stares out at them. Ben held a cigarette in his left hand between two fingers, directly from Gallia, a small stream of smoke rising from it as it slowly burned at it's contents of Tobacco.
As the Commandate continues to watch he shakes his head, taking a small drag from the Tobacco stick and blowing out a small cloud of cigarette smoke into the air which got sucked into the Air-Scrubbers to clean the oxygen and remove any taints within it.
"So...This is the future of our glorious Coalition?" he asks himself in an amused tone before shaking his head. "May God have mercy upon those poor souls because Khan will not..." He states.
