"Breznev, eh?" grunted the Commissar, blowing smoke rings nonchalantly.
"Any relation to Commodore Oleg Brezhnev?" he wondered aloud.
He didn't bother waiting for a reply, having punched this into the terminal in front of him.
"Nope, any familial relation is considerably distant... mm...
Records look good, by my count... but still..."
He blew another smoke ring as the applicant sat smoking the offered cigar. The Coalition officer then pointed to a sign behind Grigory. He could never have seen it, what with it being on the door he entered through. The commissar shook his head in a disappointed fashion.
Grigory took the cigar from his mouth and stubbed it out."I have to say, Commissar, that was a very satisfying cigar". Grigory mentally kicked himself, and made a note that he should be more aware of his surroundings.
The Commissar laughed, this guy would do alright, he reckoned.
"Aight, get your ass out of my office and head down to speak to the quartermaster, Commander Bethune. He's in charge of outfitting you with a uniform and Partisan Light Fighter.
Welcome to the SCRA, Sub-Lieutenant. Don't screw up."
Sitting in his office, Bjorn had promptly ignored bunch of info that appeared on datapad as soon as he saw its "Application".
"Goddamn wannabe, cant they read?" he said loud.
Turning around to intercom he spoke into it. "Comrade Nicolai, please dont send me any more half witted requests or applications. It could end up with you getting a vacation in our great medbay."
The young lady waited on the bench patiently, fiddling with a small flower in the hand. Spinning it through her fingers.
She wore a smart red dress simple and delicate, ending at her knees. It had a small pin-on button bearing the Coalition symbol in the form of an amusing mushroom, that she had picked up from the Comrade's desk.
She also wore black combat boots and long flowing brown hair. Her simple green eyes seemed to stare into the deepest corners of the room.
The young lady looked out of place amongst the petty thieves, shady freelancers and vicious thugs also waiting with her.
She had filled out a small form, detailing her background as a Bretonian, her Armed Forces career and her transfer to intelligence, as well as her history in Kusarian captivity and the torture she had received.
"Miss Stacy Winters?" The Comrade at the desk asked looking up,
"That's me!" She said, smiling sweetly,
"Proceed to the Commissar's office" He said looking back down at his paperwork,
Stacy stood up and moved to the office door, knocking three times and coughing lightly to clear her throat.
As the door slowly opened, there stood commissar Zhukov, taking a brief look at the young lady through the dense cigar smoke and papers at his hand, reclining on his chair and telling to himself with his usual prejudice and dismay, a nippy Bretonian in a colorful dress, strange.
Stacy Winters, hmm? So, having decided that this is the right place for you, do you really believe that your future lies here? And if you do, tell me three good reasons for it, while I clean this thirty-eight.
And first of all, what made you knock the door three times instead of two?
Be precise as I have little time for Bretonian hippies.
"Comrade Zhukov, I have written down my military and intelligence background. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. Oh and before I forget, I'm sure these will be of interest to you"
The commissar seemed bored and uninterested but picked up the paper and began to read,
She removed five small objects from her pockets and laid them out on the desk.
The first, a Purple Heart.
"Interesting story about how I acquired these, the first belonged to Duke Duchovy of Wellington, one of your top five 'High Value Targets'. I personally dispatched of the capitalist pig myself, although this is just one of the Targets you posted as threats, I have stories about the other four, if you are willing to listen"
He glanced up and admired the five items laid out before him,
"So about those reasons, firstly: I'm an expert in Intelligence services, a brain with a sting, I can hunt down a person in Sirius in a matter of days by tracking their every move. I can infiltrate almost any enemy base with the right time and attention to the job at hand, and I was trained to be a cold-blooded killer if need be."
The commissar straightened up in his seat and she smiled at him, trying to prove his first thoughts wrong.
"Also, I would willing give my life to watch those capitalist pigs burn up in their white castles, I will follow orders to the point, ensuring the swift victory and vengeance of the SCRA, and I'm sure you can find uses for the knowledge I have stored about Bretonia, the gate and lane codes, the locations and call signs of important key figures in the enemy infrostructure and of course, where the BAF have their weapons and ship research stored"
Zhukov looked at the objects laid on the desk and the documents with a casual diversion before turning his eyes to the young lady, his intonation becoming less buoyant as he lit his cigar and began to berate her.
What I see here is that you are a good raconteur when it comes to brandish your flair. However, I still lack the answer of one question, that is the very reason construing why exactly you shall join the Coalition instead of any other organization.
Youd better convince me till Im done with this corona.
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