SCRA Recruitment Centre

[DarthBindo]

Ian was unfazed although much more than a little concerned. He struggled to speak clearly and calmly with a boot on his face.
" I have been trained as an assassin, and as a soldier, and as a pilot, by many different and various groups.
In my younger days i was particularly adept at killing Outcasts, so yes, once upon a time twenty years ago i worked as a mercenary for the Corsairs, assassinating Outcast commanders. Old habits die hard, but training never dies, so i carry the tools of that trade, and the skills."
His mouth tasted of dirt, the soil of some far-off planet that wasn't home.
People never trust rovers. Too caught up in their own idealogy, everyone has to be perfectly loyal to the cause from birth or they're traitors.
"I am here beacuse i helped enough brothers kill each other in the Edge worlds, beacuse i spent enough time doing political demonstrations in Bretonia and Rheinland, beacuse i spent enough time trying to enforce the law whilst being ignored and hamstringed and denegraded by my superiors in Liberty, beacuse when it comes down to it, even rovers and gypsies need something to believe in."
Ian tried to wash the taste out of his mouth with his tongue. Foreign soil, always it was foreign soil, never home.
"I made enough money as a mercenary to see my through to retirement ten years ago, only to watch it blown to hell by those fekkin terrorists, and spent two years an alchoholic in a dozen different Junker bars. i finally cleaned myself up, found "respectable" employment in the Navy, only to be stabbed in the back by superiors who were above and beyond law, and brotherhood. That's why i'm here, beacuse gorramit, i'm an old man, and i need something to believe in, and the fellowship of a common cause that has been denied to me all my life."

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|