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[Scarlet]

"I'm afraid I cannot. I don't know of such a maneuver"

Swallowing down a small case of nerves she continues.

"I know of a clover maneuver, where a ship flies around a less maneuverable oponent in three rings, forming a clover pattern."

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[arvg]

"A Frampton Clover is performed by a three man fire team, each breaking along a curve to simultaneously form the clover. This maneuver is very difficult for a battleship's guns to track, as they can only focus on one ship at a time, that is out turning them, leaving the other two bombers to line up SNAC attacks." Katz rested his hands on the table.

"I am a former combat pilot, and Coalition Commissar-Captain. I have done my flight time, and fought in some of the major battles the Coalition has engaged in. Combat pilots, as you can see, we have. What I want to know, Comrade, is what makes you special?"

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[Scarlet]

"I don't have anything that make special I'm afraid, I'm an able pilot, no more, I came to fight for a cause worth fighting for, no more than the next man"

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[arvg]

"A cause you seem to know very little about," Katz replied. "That isn't your failing, but rather a failing of the ComIntern to find and educate you." he extinguished the cigarette in the battered ashtray. "Go home, read some books... learn more. I will be glad to talk to you again, in the future, when you know what it is you wish to give your life for."

He smiled at her warmly.

"And visit Volgograd, I am sure that once you see the great domed cities, and the people there, you will come to learn more."

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[Scarlet]

Kuvera closes her eyes for a moment, opening them to look at the unexpected smile with some suspicion.

"Then I'll be back. One way or another I'll be back to join, I can promise that"

Turning to leave she passes the desk quickly, pushing open the doors and making her way back to her ship, and its its still open, and now frost filled cabin. Twenty minutes later the spatial takes off, burning an arc to orbit in the atmosphere.

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[mtjsmith]

Alicia let out a quiet laugh as she saw the young girl run through the frozen hallway and back up the ramp. She wandered over to the Premier.

All the forms are now updated for you Comrade, who do I give them to?

There was a silent nod as Alvin directed his head at a couple of the applicants.

And the one's not getting the forms?

Again, a silent motion and two warbots stood forward and went past her.

I'll bring you another pot of coffee comrade.

As she walked out of the room, gunfire erupted. Alicia was unfazed as a man screamed and the sounds of bullets smashing into flesh and bone cut the air.

Benjamin, Kasheyev - If you could fill these in for me.

Alek was riddled full of holes from the warbots. Alicia frowned, there was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the two recruits she had just handed forms to, on her laptop! She was really angry at that. The little frozen office did look rather different now. It appears that the warbots would require an upgrade to their targetting computers she mused. Somehow they had managed to shoot up her desk as well. To make sure the man was dead - the warbots took the corpse outside and doused it with H-Fuel. Setting it alight, the ashes rose into the frozen sky above. One of the warbots saw a flicker from the corpse and instantly fired another magazine into the burning pyre, adding to the flames.

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[arvg]

"Sergio Guerrero," Alicia pointed. "The Premier will see you now."

Katz had taken a seat at the table, doffing his cap, and was checking the latest communiques from the Politburo as the recruit approached.

Looking up, he motioned to the other high backed chair opposite him.

"With a name like yours, you could only be Hispanic, which Alpha or Crete?"

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[Price_]

He sat down trying to ignore the screams and gun fire he had just heard. There was no point in worrying about what happened at this point, either he died right here in this room or he died fighting for the Coalition at some point.

"Alpha." He said slowly pulling out his tobacco pouch and rolling a cigarette.
"Though señor to be honest, I haven't been there in some time. And I doubt there would be a welcoming party if I were to return. My father is the head of one of the largest groups that produces and ships Cardamine out to the rest of sirius. He wasn't to happy when I refu-" He stopped.

He realizing that he hadn't been asked about his history. He hadn't been asked about his family. He had simply been asked where he was from and had answered that question and was only rambling at this point and not doing him any good.

"Sorry señor, I did not mean to ramble." He said before licking the gummed edge of his cigarette. "Is it okay if I smoke in here?"

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Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.

[arvg]

Katz used his cigarette to point towards the "No Smoking" sign on the wall.

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[Price_]

He looked at the sign then to Katz's cigarette and signed, he slipped his cigarette behind his ear and waiting for a question to be asked.

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Discordianism: the Schroedinger's Cat of religions.