Dmitry was sitting in the chair, looking in the window of a room, while Khan was in process of completing his paper work. When it was done and Kamal gave them to Dmitry, Dubovik took list and read it slowly.
Well done, comrade. There is some mistakes, however. You will require additional cource of how to act yourself in a fight and how to react on different people you may across on your missions. But that is not as much as regular nugget usually gets. Congratulations, comrade. Secound step finished. Third one will be initiation. Get back into Coalition and proceed to Zvezdny Gorodok. I will warn hangar workers about you. They will give you your Insurgent and Revolution with all identification cards, communication channels for reports and such. Now get out. I hope we shall meet again on the battle field, comrade Khan.
When recruit left room, Dubovik smiled and took another look into the window. After two minutes of silent watching at the sun of Omega 50, he got up and left office, leaving room to wait for another commissar with new recruit.
Hello there comrades! My name is Vladimir Chekov. I found your channel painted somewhere on one of the Boa Vista's hallways... although I was not supposed to say this. Sorry!
I was born on Boa Vista, and I always wanted to put my contribution in order to get rid of the "capitalism" plague that covers the entire Sirius. I just got the legal age to do anything, and I'd want to start right away!
I know that I'm basically a street kid to you, but if you ever need anything... you don't have to ask! If you need someone to wipe the floors, a janitor, a cannon-fodder pilot...
Please just give me a chan...
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It would only be a short amount of time before the one that called himself "Vladimir Chekov" was found by two large men in a secluded area of Boa Vista. Before Vladimir had a chance to react, he was knocked unconscious and hauled off to an unknown location. When he awoke he found himself in a pitch black room, with only a bright light shining in his face, nearly blinding him.
From the darkness, a voice spoke.
"You failed to follow instructions." he said in a calm, but threatening tone. "Recruits are supposed to apply in person at our recruiting office, not call in like cowards." the voice emphasized the last word and paused for a moment before continuing. "We normally... reject those that do not follow instructions. Why should we make an exception for you?" he said, before waiting for the reply of the no doubt terrified boy.
Vladimir was confused, the blow that knocked him unconscious was pretty serious.
Yet, one word was swirling in his head...
Coward.
He manages to muster some courage to answer, and thinks I am no coward!
Without much thinking, he starts talking: But I ain't a coward! If I'd be a coward, I'd embrace capitalism...
The light was absolutely terrifying, paralysing the youngster in fear.
I... I... I want to make a difference! Vladimir said, sweating uncontrollably. What do you want me to do to make up for my mistake? he continued.
Vladimir gasps for air, then continues: Instructions... where were those instructions..., then he starts snivelling again.
"Is this what its come to?" the voice spoke. "These are the kind of people that will be pilots in the FIghter Corps?" he was thinking outloud, reflecting on the legends of the past that had been in this very situation.
"You're just a boy." the voice spoke again, this time with the subtlest hint of a man that cared. "Why do you want to fight for us? You would be dedicating your life to our cause." he paused for a moment to let that sink in before continuing. "What makes you think you have what it takes to join us?" he said, now waiting for the answer.
The light started to be less intimidating, and mustering what was left of his courage, Vladimir answered: It is not what I want. I firmly believe that this world can be changed to the better, and by such one must take action in order to see it happen.
He paused for a brief moment, then continued: I know I don't have a military training and any experience to carry any credentials, but...
After he gasps for air, he goes on: ... but I think a war is never won if you don't manage to win the hearts and the minds of the people. And all I can say about that, is that I am willing to help you at least in this area. I am a nobody, but I'm determined.
After a few seconds of pause, he grovelled before the voice and said: Please, I beg you. Give me a chance. I have nothing but my dedication and determination to give. It's all I got, and the hope to get to see a brighter future...
As the light flickers, the youngster strapped in the chair looks forwards, to where he thinks the man is speaking from, waiting for an answer.
The man listened to the boy for a while and there was an eerie silence while the man pondered on his answer. The light shining in the boys faced turned off and it took him a while for his eyes to readjust.
Around him he began to to realize that he had not been taken very far from where the two men had found him. He was in one of the SCRA Recruitment Offices that were rumoured to be housed in Boa Vista, though the administrators typically denied such a thing.
It was a relatively bare office, with only a desk and three chairs. In the chair opposite of Vladimir there was a man who proudly wore his dress uniform. On it lay countless medals for his acts of bravery and courage over the years, among them the Hero of the Revolution. Before Vladimir lay the Field Marshal of the SCRA himself, Joseph Garcia.
"I am Field Marshal Joseph Garcia. Tell me, what do you know about the Sirius Coalition and its Revolutionary Army? I'm sure you've heard the house propaganda about us."
Sighing in relief, the boy answered: The usual... negative remarks. That you hunt civillians, and that you are out to destroy every people elected government out there. That you want to instate anarchy. That you're allied with those... nomads.
Vladimir pauses for a second, pondering his next thing to say.
Those are all lies, I tell you! They repeat the same things over and over on TV, yet they have no proof to back up their claims, besides the fabricated ones. It's just them lying!
Then he whispers: And they're bad at lying... That'd be all summed up right there of the "reputation" you have in the eyes of the Capitalists.
Field Marshal Garcia stared at the boy and gave a menacing grin. "How do you know they're lies?" he said, pausing for a moment for effect. "What do you know about us that the rest of Sirius doesn't? Who are we, what do we fight for and why do we fight for that?" he looked at the applicant. Perhaps this boy was in over his head.
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