SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Drifter]

>>>Incoming Transmission<<<
>>Source Deep space undisclosed location<<
>>> Comm ID: Name: Raiden<<<
Age: unknown
Height:230cm
Weight: 500kg
Hair color: none
Eye color: Orange
sex: unknown

Greetings my name is Raiden let us get down to busyness I was part of the RH Rasputin gunboat wing it was my job to assist the flagship with surgical strikes against key enemy assets issued by Ernesto Che Guevara when we moved in for a counter attack against the corsair fleets. Sadly that was the day I witnessed the end of the RH Rasputin I knew as we were fighting the Corsairs we were going to lose we were out numbered and out gunned but they made a terrible miscalculation in there battle formation there numbers made them think they were safe they had clustered themselves up tightly as they were bombarding the planet from orbit while shooting at us an order was issued to assist the Rasputin as she would kamikaze and overload her nuclear reactors right in the middle of there formation it was my job to pick up the escape pods, when Rasputin finally reached her target most of the coarsair fleet was wiped out or severely crippled from the resulting blast wave when I finally returned with the rest of the crew home I found out the RH Rasputins crew were honorably discharged for reckless endangerment even after it was made clear in the report that we wiped out a fleet being a close friend of Ernesto Che Guevara i decided to leave my post and follow him as he told me personally that the coalition would be better suited for his goals.
and that he would enlist to fight for what he believed in and that is why I am here to once again to follow a friend into battle where ever I'm needed.

>>>uploading Data<<<
>>>Processing<<<
>>>up-link established<<<
>>>Female AI voice can be heard recapping private data<<<

>>>Accessing military databases<<<
Raiden unknown humanoid rumored to have been unearthed from Olympus in omicron 99 all information regarding Hessian expedition classified >>>Collecting civilian based information<<<
>>>information received<<<

Raiden unknown humanoid allied to Hessian forces has won many campaigns for the hessian army earning him the title Gungnir and has been on numerous times part of boarding parties against enemy ships all ships ever boarded by Raiden has either been captured or triggered self destruct protocols. Raiden for a machine looking entity has been known to show emotion like humans specially grief when he see's his fellow soldiers die around him despite his best efforts to shield them from harm, For this reason most boarding parties make numerous requests for transfers under his command when boarding parties are needed for dispatch.

No additional information found data corruption detected

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[JayDee Kasane]

ID: General Dmitry Dubovik
Target: Ernesto Che Guevara & Raiden
Security: Very high

Privet, Comrades.

So, a Red Hessian with ancient Cuban name and his Robot pet wants to join the glorious Revolutionary Army? You know, I could drop the reasons why I think this is kind of an unusual for me to see. But I cannot stand that you are not following the simple rule of recruitment process. You both are to come to Boa Vista station at the Omega 50 and enter our recruitment centre hall. You are to be armorless, weaponless and fearless. Untill you do so, we have nothing to talk about. Dismissed.

Dubovik over.

Attached files: NONE

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[Drifter]

Raiden flicked through his pelicans message bank till he noticed the reply from General Dmitry Dubovik, unarmored huh? "Unable to fulfill request, cant remove armor, I'm a solid unit". Raiden pondered to himself: "Guess ill have to explain that one face to face". Powering up the ships engines, Raiden set course for omega 50 Boa Vista Station. Once in range he was hailed by the station and requested to dock. Upon landing coalition security meet with Raiden and asked him why he was still fully armored, as it was against standard protocols. "Forgive me humans, but I was unable to comply with removing my armor since I'm a solid unit, if it puts your mind at ease you can double or triple security measures, I did come unarmed as you requested. Report to your supervisors about the situation, then come fetch me. ill be standing by till security measures are in place for the interview with your superiors".

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Don't go pointing my flaws out without first fixing your own.

[JayDee Kasane]

After weeks of his duties on the battlefield, Dmitry returned for daily routine and endless paper work. He moved to Boa Vista in order to monitor the recruitment process, which he thinks became too harsh, because less recruits were accepted in the winter then in other seasons. He just prepared to work with another folder of reports, when a guardsman entered his office.

Comrade General, we have an unusual recruit down there. It asks for any of the High Command to confirm his story or something like that. So far no commissar have taken him.

Hm... Allright, maybe this is who I think it is. If yes, only I can make this situation clear.
Dmitry went down to recruit centre and looked at the applicant.



Well, Privet comrade robot. Where is your Hessian overlord, or friend, or whoever he is? I suppose you two are connected with eachother, so I think you would like to be in pair here. This would also make me see whole picture of who are you.

Dubovik looked at the mashine one more time and began to examine its nature.

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[Edward Teach]

After landing on one of the stations of the Coalition, I started to learn your language. It was given to me is not so easy, but still I am making progress. I applied for membership in the revolutionary army. I;m sorry, maybe I do not fully understand what was written in the document. I am leaving my ship and buy shuttle flying to Boa Vista Station. When landing on base, I went straight to you General Dmitry Dubovik and said: Zdravstvyi Tovarish!

[Drifter]

Ill make something clear Ernesto Che Guevara is a friend.
Raidens tone suddenly turns icy "he is not my overlord nor am
I his pet" I'm simply indebted to humans for being released from
my prison in omicron 99, also if your wondering what I am, I'm
the first born of the Dom'Kavash. My kind were created before
the nomads, due to our nature of free will though some factions
within the Dom'Kavash thought it best to make something without
freewill that something being the nomads. Technicaly the
Dom'Kavash race were split into two factions one that supported
life and one that didn't. I was on the side that supported life,
but after I was defeated in battle, I was imprisoned, exiled
for thousands of years forced to listen to the words of
twisted and corrupted Dom'Kavash ideologies. But enough of the
past I did not come here to teach humans about the past I'm
here to support the coalition if it will have me.

[Tabris]

A pair of tall marines enter the room with the two 'strange' recruits, their rifles raised and ready to fire at a moment's notice, their forms not taking action as of yet, they appeared to be waiting for something. A third man trailed after them, he wore the uniform of the Ministry of Truth, his peaked hat sitting proudly on his head emblazoned on the front with a crimson star. The man wore a pair of spectacles over his cold blue eyes as they gazed directly at the 'being' before giving a curt nod to the Marines.

At this signal the Marines opened fire and riddled 'Raiden' with a hail of plasma-fire, sending the being to the floor a smoking corpse. The Commissar looked behind him and gave a quick shout.

"Clean up in Recruitment Centre!" before he turned and left, the other 'recruit' would be dealt with in a prompt manner, likely already dead due to the rather 'overzealous' nature of the marines without a Commissar or officer present to hold their leash. All was quiet in the Coalition once again...For now.

[Drifter]

Raiden picked himself up off the ground his armor glowing red hot and smoking after being fired on. "It takes a lot more then that to end my kind i faced more then your numbers when boarding enemy ships." i have no idea what lead you to order a execution but your lucky I'm not like my fallen brothers, or id wipe you all out right here and now i take my leave humans next time you arrange a interview try and conduct it before shooting your new recruits because frankly its no wonder your faction has hardly any support". Armor plates lock back in Raiden's chest revealing what looked like a mini stargate a flash of light and energy exploded from Raiden as a wormhole leading to deep space opened, causing a vacuum. "you humans might want to hold onto something least you get sucked into space but then you might feel right at home out here where its cold" Raiden vanished through the wormhole cracks of energy discharged from the air. Seconds later Raiden's pelican exploded leaving Bon Vista stations docking bay somewhat damaged.

[Tabris]

Unfortunately for Raiden that was simply a delusion going through what was left of his bullet-riddled mind, the actuality was rather messy and unfortunate for him as his corpse was currently being removed by a specialized team of men in HazMat suits, the recruitment office having being temporarily cleared so the clean-up crew could remove the alien corpse to take back to Mykolaiv for study and eventual destruction. Boris, a large marine who had been with the Coalition since it's Katz-Era stood watch over them, his large muscular form very imposing in his Power-Armour as he leaned up against a wall, his arms crossed over one another in a waiting posture.

He took one look at the corpse, grinned slightly and chuckled.

"I was so sure that Commissar Tabakov would 'kill it with fire' this time...Now I owe comrade Dimitri two Vodka Rations." he commented as the corpse was packaged up in a bag and the hazmat men finished the clean-up and decontamination before allowing the Recruitment Personnel back into the centre.

[Kampanom]

Salah walked in the recruitmen centre. He walked with an easy, casual air about him, but deep inside, he feared the result of what he was about to do. Being refused meant he and his family would've kept living in misery, a misery which would've been at least attenuated by the wage he would've received as a pilot for the People's Navy. On the other hand, being accepted meant that, from now on, he had to risk his life every day for a "motherland" that barely represented him. Still, in that moment, he had no choice. He couldn't turn back, he could only keep walking and do what he was supposed to do. His chances for choice were no more the moment he asked for admission at the naval academy...seven years ago. Now he had to make sure those seven years weren't an absolute waste of time.

Keeping the farce of safety and certainty, he kept walking. He approached a guy with a power armour, he showed him a flier and he said:
"Comrade Salah Husaini reporting. I'd like to enter the People's Navy. Who should I ask?".