"The first and primary responsibility of the Fighter Corps is to protect the Coalition and its citizens. I couldn't give a rat's ass about some idiot in Liberty who thinks we are the devil incarnate and believes the rich people will allow him to climb the ranks and get into their club."
He reached into his pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
"Seems like you're hunting for vengeance to me. And I have no spots for people who want to use the Fighter Corps as a means of getting revenge. So you have placed me in a conundrum."
Koniev pulled out his pistol, a six shot revolver of a higher caliber. He opened the chamber and counted the number of shots left.
"The conundrum is that you have not proved to me that you can benefit the lives of our citizens. To protect the lives of those already within our borders, living on our stations, and those that are committed to the cause. Protocol tells me I should put a bullet in your head. But bullets are valuable. They were made by a citizen, and I don't want to see his efforts go to waste on simpletons."
He lazily pointed the gun at the applicant
"You speak of our governing system, yet you know nothing about it. You speak of our cause, yet you don't understand it. So let's try something a little more basic. Tell me why I shouldn't pull the trigger."
