Caesera slipped a bottle out of his pocket and took a large swig, wincing at the taste of the strong Rheinland Booze. His alcoholism was getting worse, the pressure from the last few months of his travels were getting to him, he buried his head in his hands and sighed.
Murder, not something he thought he was capable of. Sure, people had died on the operating table before, but this time he had defended himself, he had a chance to let his victim live, but he still pulled the trigger. It wasn't like him, or perhaps it was, being a perfect, upperclass citizen wasn't.
Seeing the worst of the war had changed his outlook on life, like Oskar Schindler he had a new outlook on the evils of the nations. He saw the worst of Kusari and Bretonia, the troubles that were swept under the rug were reflected in the eyes of the refugees he had helped.
He was sick of the lies, the ignorance and selfishness of humanity, he tried working with outlaws, but their stuckup views and violent ways had turned him away. He had been recently attacked by some Corsairs, after his food rations. He had tried his best to defend himself, the Hessians helped out, but when it came sparing the last Corsair, he didn't let him flee, he pulled the trigger.
And now he was here...
"NEXT!"
Kurt glanced at the large dark man to his left, an uneasy look at his muscles and a smile he forced,
"You or me friend?"
The dark man didn't respond, so Kurt stood up, brushed off his pants and proceeded to knock on the door.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
Anastazia Pekkala stood in the same building that had almost killed her months before. She felt slightly humiliated over having to come back after failing the previous examination. But she had long conversations with her family over Coalition motives. Studied their actions, their transmissions. She was ready. She knew that there would not be a third try.
"Sorry Ma'am" he bowed awkwardly as he entered the room, closing the door behind him,
He took up a place in the middle of the room, swaying slightly and blinking, that was some strong liquor. He focused on the Libertonian Lt Commander in front of him, relaxing a little more, the 'happy-go-lucky' attitude wasn't going to work, these were serious idealists, violent killers.
He could smell blood, cleverly masked with cheap disinfectant. This just got a whole lot more serious for him, this wasn't another job interview or University placement, this was life or death, most likely literally.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
"Well speak up. I'm not here to stare at you. I'm also sure that you're not here to stare at me." Her fingers tapped at the pistol, her patience wearing thin after just two applicants.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
A curious looking man wearing a white coat walks into a reception and immediately starts analyzing his surroundings. He starts talking to himself in a hushed, but not completely unnoticeable, manner.
"Hmm... This alloy seems oxidized in a peculiar manner. Mmm... Yes... Yes... Unusual."
After a couple of minutes of what can only be described as staring directly into a wall one of the other applicants give the curious man a good boot to the arse which sparks a yelp from the man.
"Ach, why did you do zhat? This alloy is most inzheresting and-"
The other man snarls at the scrawny figure in front of him.
"Yeah, well unless you haven't noticed this isn't the local omniscience club."
The figure produces a loud hmpf and starts digging through his pockets until he finds a small coin-shaped contraption which he proceeds to fling towards the other man who catches it by sheer reflex.
"Now... let's zhee."
The "coin" starts emitting several arcs of electric current which flow through the man causing him to stiffen and fall out of his seat with a loud thump.
"Ah! It would zheem that there is still zhome "omniscience" to be had here, eh?"
With a slight chuckle the man sits down in the previously occupied chair and starts rummaging around in his pockets again which caused the other applicants, and the guards present in the room, to look at the man with caution. After a little while he pulls out a tattered Cryer identification card and after a while more he pulls out an even older Ageira identification card.
"Yes... zhat should do now where zhid I put zee..."
The man continues to rummage through his pockets while waiting for whoever is in charge of this grim place to summon him.
"Uhhh, so I'm here to serve the great Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army Lt Commander Broch... I've heard so much about you, uh, well- I mean, the SCRA"
He paused, attempting to find an emotion, or feeling in which to understand the armed woman before him,
"I erm, I was a trained doctor, set to marry a blonde girl named 'Cherise', successful in my clinics, until the war came, I signed on to help the refugees, eventually getting a pass from the Kusari Naval Forces to operate on Holman, I saved as many lives as I could, helped the injured and arranged for safe passageway for those without a place to go"
He paused again to lay eyes once again on the blank state of Angie,
"Um, so, I saw some pretty grim things, you could say I woke up to the horrors of the world, the bulls**t of the houses that I believed in, worked for. Conflict over space that meant nothing, a war of pride at the expense of the people"
He cleared his throat and continued,
"I travelled Sirius for the last year, most people turned me away or shot at me, I learned more in this last year about survival than I learned at medical school, I turned to booze, though it's under control, I promise you that. The Rheinland unlawfuls accepted my help, and with the assistance of the Zoners I was making a difference, I learned to fight to, I.. I made my first kill... and then another... The Hessians didn't want me though, I was Bretonian, they didn't want to put any trust in me, sad as it is, so I came here, to sign up to fight for the SCRA"
He stopped, awaiting a reply, worrying he had spoken too much, or spoken out of line.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
"So let me get this straight. The Hessians are done with you so you turned to us? You do realize we are allies with them. So why should we want you if they don't even tolerate your presence? And what are your other motives? Once again, you make us the alternative. The Revolution is never the second choice. Because I'm nice, I'm allowing you to redeem yourself. You mentioned the bull of the houses. Elaborate on that." Her hand pulled away from the weapon, now folded over her other hand in front of her.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
The flight of KSD-A2800 Partisans that had accompanied the cargo ship hed been sent on had been somewhat reassuring. He always loved seeing them in action, like birds in flight, only as deadly as they were graceful. Every time one rolled off the line he felt like hed set something free. Yes, he enjoyed seeing them under any circumstances.
Not that these circumstances were necessarily ideal.
Konstantin Grigoriyich Petrovin looked back towards the cockpit of the vessel as a shudder went through the hull beneath his feet. The copilot looked back at him and nodded. Docked.
Releasing the shoulder harness which kept him in place in the event of catastrophic loss of atmosphere, or worse, Kostya willed himself to his feet, finding the effort a bit more difficult than usual. Those feet would be walking him straight to the recruitment office, and from there, fate only knew.
Making sure to keep his steps as measured as possible, the young man swallowed a lump in his throat and proceeded to walk down the cramped corridor of the Typhoon-class Cruiser, taking note of the clear-cut directions to the room he was seeking, and always graciously giving way to any soldiers who were in a greater hurry than he was.
I suppose I should be in a hurry. I asked for this, didnt I?
Second thoughts. He suppressed a wince.
Not now.
Kostya set his face as if it were stone.
The Coalition cant afford cowards, can it?
But it was admittedly hard to know whether or not it could afford him. From the moment hed stepped into the room he suddenly felt out of place in a strange sort of way. Granted, none of the individuals presently waiting for their personal applications were... standardized, but they were hardly his league.
Hed made his standard work clothes as neat and smart as he possibly could; the stains he could not remove he preferred to think of as replacements for decorations on some mock military uniform. After all, he figured, they showed the signs of hard work and diligence towards the cause.
Poetic, but he also realized it made him look dirty all the same.
To say nothing of his stature. Nineteen years of age, with short scruffy hair, just barely six feet in height and with nondescript green eyes. Some had said that his determination shone through those eyes, but it was not hard for him to realize that some did not constitute all, and especially not whatever commissar he was going to face.
He gave a curt nod to the secretary, who in turn looked at him curiously for a moment before giving a slightly rueful nod in return; he was no visiting technician.
And so Kostya took a seat at the far end of the room, as displaced from the rest of the applicants as possible. He needed to collect his thoughts, and being distracted by what could very well be a handful of future corpses was not a way to ensure his own success.
"You misunderstood me, my mistake Lt Commander, the Hessians would not allow me a ship and weapons, due to my background. They gratefully accepted my work in fixing up their troops, but they don't think I believe in their cause as much as I could"
He mentally kicked himself for that mess up, booze would clear those bad thoughts, though he pushed the thought of drinking from his mind,
"I wanted to prove myself, and I will, if the SCRA has no place for me, I will prove myself useful and loyal, I turned to the SCRA because of your alliance with the Revolutionaries, I wish to help them, to help you, whatever way I can, it's not like I can return to Bretonia..."
Kurt cleared his throat and continued,
"The houses, bureaucratic, backstabbing bastards... Kusari pushed for a war, to shake their tiny members about and feel big because of Bretonia's tactical disadvantage, that and greed. They don't care about the Bretonians, or the space, they would sooner push the Bretonian people out of of their own house than unite as a people"
He sneered at the thought of the houses,
"They are selfish, they fight to prove they are the manliest of governments, millions and billions wasted on war, and to think those bastards paid me to fix up the selfless citizens caught in their violent wars... I am another piece of meat, I'm not special, once I believed in the methods of my people, my government, but now I see the truth, I see the words the SCRA wish the people to know, 'tyrants, oppression'... this is the houses, and it makes me sick. I want to be another brick in the unstoppable wall that is the Coalition"
He sighed, feeling stupid, and reckless,
"I offer my skills to the people, the revolution, the future.. the only future I see. If you refuse me this, you might as well put a bullet between my eyes, because I cannot go on seeing the people suffer, seeing the corruption and no being able to do anything about it. At least if a bullet isn't enough, you could let me ride with my Eagle, I would gladly follow you into battle Lt Commander"
He bowed awkwardly again, expecting a gunshot or another question.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
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