SCRA Recruitment Centre

[dirmaster0]

"I am a simple miner miss, I apologize for being mistaken!" He looks concerned, "I am not a spy, I've never left Coalition space in my lifetime. I know nothing but the cobalt mines and the propaganda we see on rare occasions." He lowers his head in shame. "So what caliber is that pistol you're hiding from me miss?"

[Reid]

Kyu didn't react to Marx for a minute. After a bit of thinking, she stood up, and grabbed Marx by the collar of his shirt. "Follow." She didn't wait for him as he was dragged along behind her. Marx couldn't see where he was going until being shoved into a hole in the wall, a glass door closing between him and Kyu. A speaker on the inside the hole boomed with Kyu's voice. "You are the newest resident of one of the many airlocks of the Trotsky. This place has seen a lot of spies, zombies, and general bad recruits. Let's hope you aren't one of them." Kyu paused for a moment. "You have a minute to convince me you are not a spy, or you will be the newest addition to the nearest asteroid. Make it good."

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[dirmaster0]

Marx panics, "I have no reason to spy on the Coalition! I came here with intentions of serving the SCRA, not helping the enemy in any way shape or form!" He glares and pounds on the glass, "The Commissar Coronal invited me here today because of my service to them on patrols prior to my arrival here, how does helping you make me a spy?!?"

[Omi]

The Motherland needs these informations, and you will obtain them from Mister Hans. How you will acquire them, is your choice."

The Lieutenant returned to her desk, grabbing a pen as she sat, as she began observing the applicant and each of her movements.

Meiling hesitated briefly, torn. The Coalition did not harm the working man, that was a core tenet of the things she had been brought up to believe. The figure on the floor in front of her certainly didn't look much like an enemy combatant. He looked more scared than anything else, really.
Then again... the slave trade. Profiting off the misery of others. It was difficult to think of a more vile line of work. If the interviewer was truthful and this man really had been involved in the slave trade...
It took a second or two, but Meiling slowly picked up the shotgun, weighing it in her hands. It felt heavy and unfamiliar, and she handled it gingerly, as if it might go off of its own accord. It was probably obvious she wasn't awfully familiar with weaponry.
Carefully, she levelled the shotgun at the unfortunate man, trying her best to hold it steady. The slave trade. Telling herself that made it a little easier. A slaver deserved nothing but contempt. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again just as quickly. She didn't have a clue what to demand from him. Meiling glanced at the officer for help.
"I- that is, what do you- I mean, what does the Revolution need to know? What should I ask him?"

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[Alley]

The Lieutenant wrote down some notes as Meiling talked to her.

"Usually the first thing you should do is to get to know the person... his name, age, birthplace, the basic informations to identify him. Next you can move to more precise topics, such as who he works with, where they stage their attacks from or obtain their merchandise and drop it, names of sellers and buyers... essentially you are given a context and you have to expand on it... confuse him with related but not so similar questions to figure out if he is lying to you, make him understand that you control the situation and his life depends on his cooperation..." she paused.

"Any method is viable, but you should be fair with those that cooperate... and feared by those who lie."



// for the sake of efficiency I give you full control over hans' answers as I know you're capable of it.

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Alley was right.

[Resolute]

A tall young man in his mid 20s exits the shuttle, and takes his first steps aboard the CPW-Trotsky. He couldn't believe it; he was finally here. Pausing for a moment to take it all in, he stares out the glass into space; as he observes the straight and true snub-fighters of the People's Revolution run their drills with finesse and strength. The awe-inspiring sight almost makes him lose balance. Regaining total composure, he takes a deep breath, and proceeds to stride toward the recruitment office. He walked as someone who has been there; as someone who has seen what there is to see; despite his age. Whatever he may be lacking, his true conviction and determination is written all over his face.

Upon entering, he feels a cold chill run down his spine. Undaunted, he proceeds toward the main desk. "My name is Yakov Smirnoff." his words somewhat shaky. "I am here to join the Revolution." After taking a few notes, the receptionist motions him to take a seat, and await the Commissar. For whatever reason, those words strike fear, respect, and a degree of jubilation into the heart of the young potential. As he takes his seat, he recites the words of "My Army" under his breath, as well as his favorite song of all; an old ballad passed down his family for generations entitled "Dark is the Night".

[Omi]

Listening to the explanation, Meiling nodded slowly. That all made sense. Hans, meanwhile, was worried. Clearly, from the conversation he'd overheard, they had some pipsqueak interrogating him rather than someone experienced in the art of extracting information. That wasn't what was worrying him, though; the alarming way the shotgun in front of his face was lurching about was his main concern. The holder was nervous, Hans thought, and nervous people didn't mix well with guns.

Meanwhile, Meiling poked the man with her foot, rolling him over onto his back.
"Ni hao, Hans," she began, as the slaver glared back at her. "You and I are going to have a chat, okay?"

Hans spat on her boot by way of reply, and received a prompt kick in the face for his trouble. Meiling crouched down over his bound figure, jamming the shotgun roughly below his chin. She leaned in to whisper in Hans' ear, softly enough that she was sure no one else could hear.

"Listen," she hissed, her voice shaking slightly. "You can tell me what I- the Revolution needs to know and save yourself a lot of pain, or I can-" she paused to think of a suitable dire consequence, but came up blank. Hans sensed her hesitation, but it didn't make him any less apprehensive. The shotgun was both frightening and very distracting.

Meiling was getting nowhere, and she could feel the officer's gaze boring into the back of her skull. Now getting desperate, she renewed the force behind the shotgun, forcing Hans' head back even further.
"Hans," she muttered, beginning to get frustrated. "you can still get off this cruiser alive. All you need to do is answer my questions truthfully, and the lieutenant here -" she gestured towards Mei "- will help you. Honest work in a factory or on a farm for the good of the people, how does that sound? Better than this -" she dug the shotgun in a little further to encourage him "- or being fed out the airlock, yes?" For her part, Meiling doubted he would get off so easily, but kept that to herself. She imagined Hans would probably enjoy a session with the Coalition's experienced interrogators at some point anyway, just to make sure he'd told them everything.

Hans was a little torn. The offer was so bad it actually sounded realistic, given his situation. If she'd said he'd be allowed to go free, he would have suspected a trap right away. Going to work on some strange communist planet for the rest of his life sounded crap. Being drilled (literally) for information by burly Coalition members sounded even worse. Anyway, he thought, he didn't owe Deiter or Heinz anything. He would probably never see them again, and he'd never liked Deiter's smarmy grin anyway. In any case, he had nothing to lose by looking out for number one: himself.
"Ja," he muttered, once Meiling held back on the shotgun's pressure slightly to let him speak. "I will cooperate."

Meiling felt a surge of relief. He'd bought it. She hoped.
"Good," she said, easing back even further on the shotgun. She kept it in position, though, as an incentive to encourage prompt and truthful responses.
Glancing over her shoulder, Meiling found that lieutenant's expression was unreadable. She forged on regardless.
"You are Hans Schweinhammer?" she queried, receiving a sullen nod in reply.

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"Think again, more carefully," demanded Meiling, who was getting into her stride by now. She still felt like she was going to be sick with nerves, but the brazen facade got easier and easier to maintain with every answer she wrested out of the slaver. "Why did you operate out of a Junker base?"
Hans was confused. When had he mentioned Junkers? He'd only talked about basing from New Berlin, hadn't he? He was interrupted in his thoughts by Meiling's shotgun, which once again prodded him painfully. "I asked you a question, Hans."
"Kreuzberg, yes," he spat, wishing for the thousandth time that he'd been quicker with his cruise engines. This place sucked. Was this what the slaves had felt like when he'd loaded them into his transport?

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After finishing the questioning, Meiling turned around slowly, leaving Hans where he was. Presumably, the officer had been noting everything down. Maybe they already knew the truth of everything she'd asked, and it really was purely a test of her capabilities. She set the shotgun down gingerly, visibly shaking. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she felt terribly apprehensive. It had almost gone too well, especially considering her lack of experience. Maybe she had been lied to without noticing? As she waited for a verdict, she held her gaze fixedly on the desk.

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[JayDee Kasane]

Julia Dorian was thought to get out of Omega 52 to hunt more enemies of the Coalition. But High Command did not forgot about her 'punishment' and she was caught in hangar right before her ship was launched. She was brought to CPW-Trotsky and sent to deal with newcomer. Julia never liked to deal with nuggets and that was known fact. But it also known that she would love to get more people for Coalition. So she was nice candidate for that role now.



(Great... You kill dosen of enemies - you nothign special. You loose one damn Cruiser - you subject for endless punishments. Why Dmitry not stopps that? I thought we in love! Ah, wait... Im sure he was one who stand behind it. He likes to tease me. Cant blame him for it *she laughs to herself* Yea, well, what the hell...)

Julia entered main hall when Recruit set down, she came closer to him and said shortly ''Follow me'' and went to closest unaccupied office. When they both entered it, she set at Commissars place and pointed at chair on the other side of a table to Yakov ''Sit down and introduce yourself. I hope you will not fail in that little thing right at the start''
She looked calm but abit angry for that things to happen with her again. She thought that JiangXi was enough. But no.

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[Resolute]

Yakov takes his seat as offered by the Commissar. Taking a deep breath, he begins. "My name is Yakov Smirnoff. I was born on Planet Denver in the Colorado system. I am a miner by trade, and a fighter pilot by necessity. I have come to join the great squadrons of The SCRA in battle." As he finishes his final sentence, floods of questions start pouring through his mind. Was that enough? Was that too long? I know she wants to know more, but that was just an introduction...right?! He can tell something is disturbing his interviewer. He sits up in his chair straightly, awaiting the Commissar's response.

[JayDee Kasane]

Julia definitly was surprised with Smirnoff's answer. She awaited for ANY reply but that one...



Hm... Planet Denver? I wonder how Libertonians allowed you to have that name of yours. But they are stupid enough to rely on that 'Dreadnoughts' of theirs versus my Revolution bomber, so I assume they might be as well stupid to not care about your origins. So, Yakov Smirnoff, right? Something new to my knowlege. Who was your parents then? And what else exept for join our squadrons you want to find in the Coalition? I know that it sounds glorious to be part of SCRA, but that is not only thing that brought you here, right?

Julia seems to be much less angry now. She saw something interesting in Yakov. Something new and unknown to her. For some reason, she wanted for this talk to last longer then usual...

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