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[pieguy259]

Vicenta threw a bundle of papers in Brooks' direction. "Hmmm..." She reached into her uniform. "Pekkala, we shall test your ability to not break under pressure."
In a flash she was behind the girl, a knife at her throat. "This knife I took from an Outcast I killed," she said silkily. "Perhaps you have heard of planet Carinea? If not, I shall tell you. It is an uninhabited planet in the Omicron Alpha system. The REASON it is uninhabited is that every plant and animal contains a fast-acting organic poison fatal to humans within minutes... A considerable dose of this poison is in the blade of this knife. One tiny scratch and you will die painfully. With this in mind, Pekkala... what are you feeling?"

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[arvg]

Katz descended to the hangar deck, pulling on a pair of black gloves as he strode. The bot keeping pace behind him.

He neared the site of the fight, coming to a stop as he crossed his arms, watching them a moment as the warbot undulated behind him, pistons hissing and armour plates flexing.

Stop! he commanded. Weve seen enough. Go back to the Commissar-Commander, and tell her to give you paperwork. I want to see if you can use your brain as well as the rest of you. Lt. Warner I need you to pilot me to Volgograd aboard the Social Credit. Were departing immediately

Without another word he turned and marched towards the Storm class gunboat readying for take off.

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[aznremix416]

Sweat poured down the applicants face, he heard a familiar voice. "Stop" A demanding call came seemingly from everywhere. It took a while for the man to regain his sences and he snapped out of his fight mode.

He faced his opponent. "We will see each other again, either fighting against each other..." the man faced towards the Commisar, "...or fighting united against the enemy" The Man bowed, his asian eyes facing his surroundings.

With a brief salute the man hurried off to see the Commisar-Commander.

He walked through the smell of blood, there were corpes everywhere, and he caught sight of 3 people in the room, one dead with 2 bullets in his head, the other a female applicant, and the Commissar-commander Vicenta. It looked like the Coalition officer was about to harm the applicant, so he decided to make it quick.

"I am here to recieve my paperwork.." The man said simply to the Commissar.

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[pieguy259]

"It's on the table," she said, waving to the applicant dismissively while keeping the knife at Pekkala's throat. "And send Vargas in here."

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[Corsair]

Pekkala swallowed. Her adrenaline kicked in, with her fight or flight instinct screaming to do something. But she stood rigid. She slowly, carefully chose her words. "This is a situation where I would be held for information. Or sport. So two things will happen here. You nick me and watch me writhe in agony. Or. You let me go, and choose not to waste a good recruit."

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[pieguy259]

"I asked what you were FEELING, Pekkala. I know perfectly well what is HAPPENING. What emotions are running through your thick skull?"

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[Tabris]

Giving a slight bow back Ben shealthed his knife near his ankle once again and briskly saluted Alvin, following his old friend to the Social Credit, he had acouple minor bruises and cuts, but nothing that wouldn't go away in a day or so. Tearing the ruined sleeve of his uniform off since it would merely get in the way of his piloting he climbed aboard. Heading towards the Pilot's chair with practiced motions he began preparing for takeoff.

His right hand pulled on a headset with a microphone, positioning it he spoke in a calm manner, almost as if the fight never happened.

"Control this is CPW Social Credit, requesting permission to depart to Volgograd, Over." He spoke calmly, waiting for a response from Docking Control. The Applicant was skilled, if he survived the paperwork and basic training he would be a valued member of the Fighter Corps...But time will tell.

[Jayce]

Jayce slowly walked back into the office. He eyed the applicant with the knife to her throat, deep in thought about something he had seen on a Corsair base. "Hrm..." he muttered under his breath. Nobody else in the room had heard him as he laid the finished papers and carbon-copies on the desk. He left the room, head held high, ready to face whatever was next.

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[Shagohad]

Angelica idly sat behind a desk. She was less than anxious about this; after all, she wasn't a 'people person'. "I'm supposed to kill people...not admit them," She grumbled under her breath. With a loud yawn and a creaking stretch, she turned to the paper in front of her.

With a loud sigh, she spoke to the guard. "Bring me this...Tee-Suu-Ka-Sa..." The word was odd. And she fumbled with it. Of course, the guard headed out, saying it the way she had, only very loud and obnoxiously for everyone to hear.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Khellus]

Opening his eyes, he looks up at a more than burly Guard. The man himself stood atleast a foot taller than himself. He was directed to an open door across the room. As he stood, he kept his gaze forward, completely stoic. He walked into the Room and took a brief check of his surroundings.

A Spartan place it seemed, Although that may be because of the common destruction of the 'application process.' A desk and a chair, along with some coalition holo-vids repeating themselves on the walls.


"Ma'am. Reporting as ordered."

He stood in a relaxed position, his hands by his sides and his feet shoulder width apart.. A martial position that outwardly had no openings in hand to hand combat. He had been trained well..

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