Kyu looked surprised. "Coronel sent you? Don't move." Kyu turned around and pulled out a communicator. "Hai. Says you sent him. Really?" Kyu shot a glare at Marx before turning her back again. "Now there's an idea...Hai, I'll take care of it." Kyu turned back to Marx. "Good news, Coronel vouched for you, but we need to have a little test first. I'm going to ask you some questions. Each wrong answer opens a section of the airlock. Three, and you're dead. Understand? Good. Now let's start off easy. Who was the first Head of State in the Sirius Coalition?"
Marx grins a little, hoping he has a chance at saving himself. "Alright! The first was High Chancellor Aeon before Commodore McIntosh took power as Head of State. This is correct, aye?"
Yakov felt temporarily relieved at the apparent change of mood in the interview. However, he maintained his very respectful posture and tone. "Most Libertonians, especially in the government, hold stupidity as close to their chests as a mother holds a suckling." He shifts posture a bit. "I never met my Father, as he passed on before I was born. My mother's name is Clara. As for how we ended up in Northern Liberty, it is anyone's guess; including my own. Our family history is somewhat of a mystery." He prepares to shift topics again, carefully proceeding to answer the Commissar's questions in order. "I seek to join The Coalition, because I so strongly believe in her ideals. I am quite an educated man. I do not say that with pride, nor with elitism. I despise elitism." The passion in his voice rings through his short, concise sentences. "I say that because it is what has led me to the truth. Education is the way forward..true education. That will be the vanguard of the Red Dawn. When the true ideals of the founders..equality, social justice, and the beauty of true collectivism, are truly realized; we will be unstoppable as a race among the stars." He leans back slightly, as if retiring from a long, heart-felt speech. He eagerly, if somewhat obviously, awaits the Commissar's response.
Quietly listening to Yakov's answer, Julia noticed that he was not emotional enough for her taste.
So northern Liberty? And what have you made for your living? What kind of work you or your mother had? Julia watched over recruit for a second. So ideals was it that was behind your actions? That is common around here. But what is most important - what you will do to reach those ideals? Are you ready to destroy enemies of the Coalition and its people? Are you ready to protect those who threated by pirates or slavers? Are you ready to kill? Because most of ''educated'' people I met either complete pacifists either in ranks of Bundshug, which is nearly same to me. You have come to an Army, comrade. If you weak - you no pass. If you not ready - you no pass. If you spy - you no pass. For now, I dont see serious intentions of a true soldier from your side yet. Less philosophy from now on.
Julia watched on her hand for a second and then returned her view upon Smirnoff. She was more-less pleased by his answers yet, but that only gave her more doubts in Yakov's person image.
Yakov's expression changed very quickly. He had babbled too long on the "softer" side of Revolution. He took a breath, collected his sentences, and began his response. " Indeed, education is something most cowards would hide behind, but we know that ideas, while well and good, are all false on their own merit. I have made my living in the mines (or what's left of them) of the Colorado fields, and have been transferred to others around Liberty. In these times, I served as escort pilot." He looks at his hands. "Now, one might think that life as an escort pilot garners little experience. I tell you...this is in no wise the case." He looks back up. "My mother did office work for my mining company before she went on to draw from my Father's years of misguided service to a damned mercenary company!" He became temporarily enraged, showing intense redness in the cheeks. "He could have served so much more..." Yakov regains his composure. "However, to be sure, I did not let this stop me from learning everything he had come to know about fighting." A very serious look overcomes Yakov's face. "I tell you the truth, just because I am a generally composed individual, does not mean I lack conviction in what I say. For these ideals..for this Revolution..I will gladly kill. I will happily tear the enemies of the people asunder. I ask you to let me prove myself on the battlefield." Yakov leans forward, obviously involving himself in every word. "Years and years of hard labor have not made me weak. I am not weak. Words must have actions, and that is precisely the reason I am here. Action. Action for the people, and against the enemy; it is time for those who will, to stand up and fight." Yakov again retired from his speaking, but this time quite tense; every muscle in his body on high alert.
(06-25-2013, 10:06 AM)Omicega Wrote: Listening to the explanation, Meiling nodded slowly. That all made sense.
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As she waited for a verdict, she held her gaze fixedly on the desk.
Mei wrote down everything that happened along with her own observations, which took some time.
"Good work, we are done." she said as she close the folder. "Leave the weapons on my desk, and take this folder with you to Commissar Alexandrov's office. He will give the final word on your status. Do not open the folder, ever." she paused. "Maybe we'll meet again. Good luck applicant."
Her mouth too dry to even mumble a thank you, Meiling simply nodded in assent. She set the shotgun down gently, picking up the folder as if it were as fragile as glass.
Taking a short bow out of politeness as she left, Meiling scurried out of the room, hurrying along the dimly lit corridors to the commissar's office. The temptation to rip open the folder and read through the documents to make sure she wasn't delivering her own death warrant straight into a commissar's hands was immense, but she didn't dare.
Coming to the office, Meiling knocked three times on the door.
Commissar Alexandrov was busy reviewing paperwork when he heard three knocks on his door. He stared at the door and wondered who would have the nerves to interrupt him.
"Enter." He said loudly. Before him he saw a woman nervously clutching some folders. He looked her straight in the eyes before taking the folders roughly from her hands. He read them then looked at her again. He slowly took his pistol out of his holster and levelled it at the head of the recruit.
"Last question." he said in a threatening tone. "Answer correctly and you join the SCRA, answer incorrectly and you die." He let the words sink in before finally asking his question. "Are you a spy?"
"So close. You got the name right, McIntosh, but the wrong order. I'm afraid that counts as a wrong answer." Kyu pushed a button, opening the outermost door. "Two more questions, two more chances. Let's move on, hai? Who was Trotsky, and what were some key elements of his movement?"
Julia noticed that Yakov's expression changed to angry. She liked what she saw.
Now you talk like a man that deserve to be in the Army. But will your actions prove your words? We'll see about that. She leaned back on her chair and started to look onto ceiling and asking short questions to recruit to test him more. So tell me answers on following questions, I want to know what is your knowlege of the Coalition. Who is our Ikon? Who was a guy who stabbed him an a back? From where have you learned about the Coalition? What is your age? Who is our closest allies? Who is our main enemies? When we shall be victorious? What makes you think that you not dreaming right now? Am I beautiful to your taste?
She smiled for abit and returned her eyes upon Yakov. She awaited for him to gather his thoughts and give answers to these questions.
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