Lieutenant Commander Daemon Steele smiled at that. He nodded to his comrade Lieutenant Sasha Orlov who was also smiling.
The two put on their standard Coalition Power-Armour which could intimidate even the most stead-fast of warriors. The Armour Plating was covered in dry remains of blood along and the Suit sported a Combat Knife, a Pistol and Steele's favorite, a prototype AK-666. Unlike its counter-parts the AK-666 used a highly classified and prototype Energy Cell capable of 500 Shots before running out and needing a reload. The Firing-Rate was immensely fast and only the toughest of armor could hope to even slow down each projectile.
Both Steele and Orlov walked up to the man who had just arrived. He was reading a book it seemed, and was almost done reading it. Daemon thought to himself "Shame he'll never finish it." He approached the man and spoke to him.
"Priviet Comrade".
As soon as the applicant looked up Orlov knee'd him in the face sending drops of blood all over the place. Steele grabbed the mans book and threw it to the side. The applicant was struggling but Daemon gave him a punch to the side of the head that quickly resolved things. Daemon ordered Orlov to carry the now unconscious to Commandate Warners office.
"Sorry for the mess but hell, it was fun." said Daemon in an amused voice.
Both Daemon and Sasha put the applicant onto a chair and restrained his hands. They then moved to the corners of the room and watched in amusement at what would happen next.
