"Greetings SCRA, my name is Jean Marx, Revolutionary of Volgograd!"
"A few days ago, I had the pleasure of assisting two of your members in the investigation of a Zoner vessel. The members were: SCRA|CPW-Aurora & SCRA|N.Tabakov. After we finished patrols I was invited to apply to your ranks to greater serve the Coalition."
Commissar Dmitry chuckled to himself as he read the incomming message from this Jean Marx. He scratched his head in confusion. "I don't think this recruit read the instructions to come apply for the ranks of the Coalition in person." Dmitry walked over to a cabinet and poured himself a shot of vodka. "Luckily for the pilot, Commissar Coronel favors him, so I will spare his life." Laughing to himself, the Commissar deactivated the Message "Backfire" Program where the Commissar's response will trigger an explosion in the recipient's computer. Instead, he sent him an automatic message, :::::::lease come to the CPW Trotsky to be interviewed by a recruiting Commissar:::::::
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
On the deck of the CPW Trotsky, the Commissar waits in the hanger, waiting for Jean Marx to arrive so they may finally talk face to face. Commissar Dmitry boosted the transmission signal."Comrade Marx, I am standing by at hanger 2 of the CPW Trotsky, fly a shuttle craft and meet me at the hanger." The Commissar lit a cigar as he watched the repair and maintenance of all the snub craft around him.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
Jean Marx docks his shuttle in hanger 2 on the CPW-Trotsky. Exiting the ship, he notices the Commissar and approaches him. Marx offers his hand, "Hello sir, my name is Jean Marx, revolutionary and aspiring soldier to the Revolutionary Army!" He sniffs the air, inhaling the delicious aroma of a freshly lit cigar, "Sir, that's quite the stogie you are roasting, I am quite a cigar aficionado myself!". He smiles in admiration, "I would also like to thank you for this opportunity to apply, as the SCRA is revered on Planet Volgograd as one of the best fighting forces in all the universe!"
The little shuttle set down in one of the Trotsky's hangar bays with a clatter, its outdated design not entirely compatible with the docking latches of the venerable cruiser. Inside the cockpit, Meiling let out a sigh of relief. Hammering a shuttle-sized dent in the hangar would have been a very bad first impression, but since the autopilot had conked out ten minutes after takeoff she'd had no choice but to land manually. Reaching down with her right arm, she levered the hatch open and climbed out, running her eye over the spartan interior of the warship. Applying for the Fighter Corps suddenly seemed a lot more daunting now that she was actually here.
Courage, she thought, trying to reassure herself. It should be daunting. You need to focus, or you will be flying that shuttle home again.
Her resolve slightly bolstered, Meiling left the docking area. The recruitment room was right across the corridor, she saw. The door of the neighbouring docking bay was shut, a soldier standing guard outside. He had an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, but he was making no move to light it. Noticing her gaze, he pointed one heavily-muscled finger at the waiting room, but otherwise remained silent. He clearly wasn't interested in talking. Probably making sure nobody goes off-limits, Meiling surmised. It made sense.
She went into the waiting room and took a seat, doing her best to ignore her own mounting nervousness. Her chosen seat was near the door, just in case. That way, if she had second thoughts, she could always leave before the commissar arrived. She could just get back into her shuttle and fly home, safe and sound. There was nothing wrong with keeping your options open, was there?
The ship was overpoweringly silent, the only noise being the gentle hum of the cruiser's engines reverberating through the whole vessel. Meiling leafed through her identification papers, checking for the hundredth time that everything was in order. Even one mistake could make her look foolish or, even worse, suspicious. Meiling knew what happened to suspicious folks on board the Trotsky. She sat still and waited, stealing the occasional nervous glance at the doorway.
The Commissar nodded at the two new pilots. "Greetings comrades, and welcome to the People's Republic of the Coalition." Pausing for a second, The Commissar ashed his cigar. "You will both be interviewed by a Coalition Officer. Give them your honesty and respect, and you will return home in one piece." Pulling out another cigar, the Commissar leaned towards the Ship Hanger intercom station. "Lieutenant Vorsky, send the Captain and Lieutenant to the hanger bay to have a talk with our new guests."
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
Kyu marched down the hallway to the Trotsky's hanger bay. "Recruitment duty again, I thought last time showed them that this is a bad idea." She strode into the bay, a scowl on her face, obviously in a bad mood. She looked at the two newcomers, and pointed at Marx. "You, nugget, come with me." Kyu walked off in the direction of an office. She sat behind the desk, and waited for Marx to follow.
The Lieutenant Mei Xiu was in an office room. She didn't know why at all, but they told her to go there and do what she was told to do, so is the word of the motherland. The Lieutenant had a pile of folders to process, they were the basic forms sent by the applicants prior to their arrival aboard the Trotsky. This new assignment proved to be relaxing compared to the explorations of the tau systems, save for the occasional gunshot.
Mei grabbed a folder from the pile, and opened it. The applicant was called Meiling, and that's pretty much all she'd know about the applicant as the folder appeared to have went through serious complications such as exposure to biohazard materials, an electrical burn, a fire baptism and a gunshot, but at least there was a first name.
It's at this very moment that the phone of doom ringed, THE PHONE of doom. It had been there on the desk since she arrived, this magnificent rotary phone that seemed to come from a new era. It was so beautiful and shiny that it was obviously a trap set by the motherland to test her loyalty to the glorious revolution. It was there, still ringing, her eyes wide open staring at the phone of doom as she started to reach for it.
The phone ringed for a third time, her hand hovering just above the phone, as she was still staring at it. Mei suddenly picked up the phone, listening to the silence coming out of it for about ten seconds.
"The hell is wrong with you? Whatever, your scheduled recruit arrived for the interview." said the male voice coming out of the phone.
"...Hello?" he continued, hanging up a few seconds later, as nobody answered him.
As he turned around, he noticed Lieutenant Xiu already somehow made her way to the waiting room with the half burned and radioactive folder in her hand, glancing at Captain Kyu that was already on her way to her office with her assigned recruit.
Mei approached the applicant, and bowed in front of her with a smile. "Ni Hao, we shall go for chong interview, please follow when you ready xièxiè." she said as she indicated the corridor.
Meiling scrambled out of her seat in a nervous hurry.
"Ni hao," she responded hastily, stuffing her papers back into her pocket. She had been expecting a burly commissar, dragging the bloody corpse of failed applicant and brandishing a smoking revolver, to come and collect her. The smiling officer in front of her looked decidedly less unnerving, although the mangled and incinerated folder she was carrying was a little less reassuring. Meiling swore it was glowing a little.
"Lead the way," she offered, trying to put herself at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Not being collected by a seven-foot scowling avatar of the Coalition's will with a scary face and even scarier gun was a good start, Meiling reckoned. Maybe the stories whispered about the Fighter Corps' recruitment were exaggerated just a little.
"Yes Ma'am!", he replies to Kyu. Jean Marx follows Kyu into the office and proceeds to take his seat across from her. "Before we begin, I'd like to thank you for meeting with me. It's not everyday a lowly worker like myself gets an opportunity to possibly serve the great SCRA!". He smiles and awaits her response.
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