The man closed the door, locking it. He walks over to the other side of the table, sitting down, and pulling out a datapad. As he begins to use it, Fredrick starts to notice the Scar on his arm. The Man notices Fredrick staring at the scar, but ignores it.
Observant.
Ex-Order. We don't get a lot of your type around here, I wonder why.
The man pulls out his pistol, resting it on the table, making sure the safety is off.
Now, You have already passed two of my tests, congratulations. Now tell me, why exactly do you think that you would fit in here in the Raiders? Give me a good answer, and you might not end up like the recruit you saw gunned down.
Looking away from the scar, Graham took a deep breath and said,
"I'm a tactician. I follow orders. I show no mercy. If that's not what you're looking for, then you're looking in the wrong direction. Plus, I know where to get all the good booze." he added, reaching into hs pocket to get a small flask, taking a drink and then offering some to ScarMan.
Graham froze mid-swallow and stared at the gun pointed at his head. Almost by instinct, he spat his mouthful of liquor at ScarMan, the alcohol burning his eyes as Graham grabbed at the gun, struggling to wrench it from the man's grip.
Blind, the man punched Frederick and quickly regained control of the gun, shoving Graham back, and pulling the trigger.
Bad move. I missed on purpose, don't ask why. This next one wont miss.
Before he could pull the trigger, The door opened. Another man walking in.
Stop Jack. This one has promise, get outside.
Jack looked at the new visitor, and slowly complied.
Ok Frederick. It was a bad move pissing off our recruitment officer, and If I had not been in the area, you probably would be dead and out the airlock by now. Consider yourself lucky. Very fracking lucky. Report to Planet Malta, our people there will set you up with a ship. Welcome to the Vagrant Raiders.
The sword is removed from the hilt, blood residue and particles of hair from its last encounter still remained. Vince Temple laid the ancient weapon along with his personal blaster inside the weapons bin. A guard, he assumed, was eyeing him meticulously. Temple pulled the oxygen mask over his face and stepped into the room without a word...
Inside he faced a table with a man opposite him. He laid down the single file he had brought in, placed his arms behind his back, and remained silent. The file contained the following...
General Application Information
Name:
Vince "Snow" Temple
Age:
31
Employment/History:
Son of a Bretonian Baron, of the family Temple.
Age 18 - Ejected from the Bretonian Royal Police Academy, imprisoned for the murder of both bunkmates.
Age 21 - Escaped captivity, theft of a Havoc MkII Bomber. Begins pirating operations in Liberty space.
Age 25 - Wanted for the murder of both parents. Has since never been sighted for any criminal act...
Why you want to join the Vagrant Raiders:
Since the death of my parents I have never been sighted for a single act of piracy or murder. The reason: Leave no witnesses. I believe in swift and total violence, if you leave no one to cry, no lawfuls will come looking...
Piracy, for me, is a way of life. I hold my clean cut work to be of profesional standard, and I wish to work among others like me. To learn from them, to serve those who hold goals such as my own. To be the very best of the best.
Well, your here, and you interrupted my paperwork, so now you get to deal with me in a slightly more irritated mood than usual. Now, you killed your parents? I don't know what kind of sick frack would do that, nor do I really care, your parents where probably a bunch of Miners with brains the size of peanuts. Now, how do I know you won't go stabbing everyone on the Metropolis should you survive me?
His voice is pristine and clean cut, he answers precisely...
"I am a man of principles. When I say that I will serve the Vagrant Raiders, there is no deception in my tongue. Any traitor of the Vagrant Raiders, deserves to die a traitors death... And to that, shall you accept me, will I always stand true to."
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