' Wrote:Ben calmly picked up the pistol, inspecting it for any dirt or grime on the surface, standing up slowly while still examining the pistol he walked around the applicant, his tone calm and even.
"Interesting, however we don't fight for honor Mr Tamos." he explained, raising the pistol to the back of the man's head, but not pulling the trigger.
"We fight for the people who are oppressed, honor has nothing to do with this, we are not the Blood Dragons, we are the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army, the Combat Arm of the Federal Socialist Republic of the Coalition!" He shouted, pushing the barrel of the gun into the back of the man's head, letting him know he meant business.
"What do you know of these things?!" he continued, his eyes showing hints of anger, tempered by cold logic thought patterns and determination. "When you see the poor, the sick, the weak, do you feel pity for them or do you feel anger at their plight, that nobody in the Governments are willing to help these people?!" He shouted, pushing the barrel harder into the back of his head, his TT-33 having significant pressure upon the head now, he would definitely know it was there, if he didn't he had nerve damage. "What of those who are oppressed by the very corporations they work for with their unsavory conditions and being forced to work faster and harder for very few benefits?!" he growled softly, rotating the pistol so the hilt of the gun was sideways instead of towards the floor.
"Answer me Mr Tamos!" was all he said, the questions posed...Now he must choose his answers wisely...Or face the wrath of Ben's TT-33 Combat Pistol...
Rhys felt the barrel of the TT-33 pressuring in the back of his head. He had no choice, but to answer the Officer questions that were raging.
"I feel both pitiful and rage upon them. The people don't deserved to be living in a life that is worthless and have no freedom. Again, I am only letting you know of what I know of. I might be wrong, but I rather risk my life for those who I save."
Rhys turns around and faces the Officer barrel that was 1 inch away from his forhead.
"Those who are oppressed by the Companies that they work for, deserve more benefits - instead of recieving minimum wage and the Government keeping the rest to themselves instead of helping thoe who are in need of support. This is the reason why I see the Coalition suites me of who I am. I will let death strike me down for those who I save. Hrrmph!"
Rhys moved his head forward, making the barrel of the gun touching his forhead...
"If that doesn't fits on the answer you are looking for, kill me right here. For aleast I help those that were oppressed by the Government, leave their home and house in looking for a better place to live."
Scoffing at the answer he shakes his head, his free hand suddenly snapping forward, catching the other man in the gut, it obviously wasn't meant to seriously harm him, but it would help him focus on Ben.
"You cannot help them by dying for them, idiot..." he mocked, shifting the pistol underneath the man's chin, allowing him to move closer until he was close to the man's face. "You can help them by surviving combat and seizing the day, there is a saying, History is written by the victors, if you die in combat than your foes can paint you in a negative light, fabricate evidence that you do not have the people's best interests at heart" He clarified, removing the pistol from the man's neck and aiming it towards the floor.
After a moment's thought Ben gently set the pistol on the desk and took off his glasses, folding them up and setting them beside the pistol.
"You want to join the Coalition?" He asked while popping his knuckles. "Than show me your will to survive and win the day for the people..." He said, with that he quickly closed the distance and lashed out towards the other man's chest with his right hand in an open-palm thrust. His test of will had just started...
Rhys saw the officer cracking his knuckles as he is getting ready for a fist fight. As the officer rage towards, Rhys takes his blow on his left eye. He limped backwards as he gets ready to make his move.
"I thought this was a recruitment office!" He says while cracking his neck. "... So you want to see how I survive?"
As the officer comes in to hold him, Rhys grabs his right fist with his right hand. "Don't want to fight you - comarade!" He says as the Officer throws his left arm aiming to Rhy's face. Rhys holds the Officer left fist as well "Is this how the Coalition is? Fight those who are trying to join and help the people that feel opressed and no freedom? Showing them fear? Well, I have experience to over pass fear. Death is only an option - yet, people take it as granted. But I do what is told to be done - A man of my words I am!" Rhys tightens the Officers fist, as he tries to prove the Officer he is worthy for the Coalition.
"I came so far to make it here. Risking my life to join the Coalition and help those who favor for more benefits is what I try to do. But a one-mans army cannot stop the House Government. Thats another reason I join the Coalition!"
Rhys force him back while releasing his fist. He stood there as to see what other move those the Officer has in his sleeves....
I am Gottfried Verlanger, proud son of two Kruger wage-slaves. I was born on the Elbich Mining facility around twenty six years ago.
I was raised in the communal nursery at Elbich until I was aproximately six years of age, after which I was educated in rudimentary reading and writing as well as in mining operations and equipment repair.
After four years of education, I was put to work as a pilot and technician of a mining station maintenance vessel. During the next nine years of working tirelessly under the shackles of a contract that I had never agreed to, my foreman secretly continued my education - teaching me to read beyond the inane instructions of mining equipment manuals, into the realm of the great thinkers. As part of my clandestine education, I was exposed to the works of Marx, Lennin, and Mao of the first great revolutionaries, as well as the works of Makarov and Ivanova of the American revolutionaries on the old Earth. Their words roused the revolutionary within me as they made clear the injustices which kept me and my fellow workers in the chains of our slavery.
It soon became clear to me that complacency was the enemy of revolution - too long had we just worked with our eyes to the floor, silently accepting our fates. Too long had we postponed our fantasies of liberation from the corrupt and oppressive to the impossible daydream. As clear as the red sun burned, the time for action had come. Since then, I spread the liberating words of the revolutionaries among those that had not heard, collecting resources and people so that we could take our wretched fates into our own hands from those of our undeserving masters.
Five more years, this continued - I spread the teachings of the Revolution by night, and worked tirelessly by day - until our cause had the support of all the miners and the enough of the guards for a takeover. We were so close... and yet so far. It was greed that motivated one of my comrades to sell us out.
The response was swift - They put us all to the bulkhead and shot us one by one. It was by a miracle that I had been warned by a trusted friend to escape - and a precious few of us did.
The majority of those of us that had fled decided to join the Unioners and the Hessians - however, while I believe the two to be brothers in our cause, I believe them to be too short sighted. It is my belief that the revolution should take place all over Sirius, and not just Rheinland, that I wish to join the Coalition.
If you will have me, I willingly offer the sweat of my brow to benefit the common peoples. Years of manning a nimble repair drone through the dangerous asteroid fields of Omega-7 has left my hands deft, and my piloting skills exceptional; the years repairing machinery and lugging parts has left my body strong; the reading and sharing of the revolutionary principles has left my mind sharp, and my heart willing. I can fight the oppressors on ground or in space if necessary - and I can learn and enlighten the common worker with our glorious revolutionary cause.
Thank you for your time, Comrade.
Gottfried Verlanger
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I heard your looking for new pilots, I believe i can help with that. You seem to want people with no fear for their life. A quality I like, a quality I share.
I will fight for you, with you. Aslong as I are given a meal a day and a secure dock to park my ship in.
Money, fame, revenge. Neither shall stop me from succeeding the task given.
Alexandra entered the lobby where the applicants were waiting. She looked around, seeing one man.
''Hail, comrade!'' she said.
''Well, a woman?''
''You have a problem with that?'' she replied.
''No No, ofcourse not.''
'' My name is Alexandra Kohonsky''
The man didn't reply. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard. A couple of people entered the office. In a few seconds they were carrying a corpse outside.
''NEXT!''
Someone was yelling from the office.
''uhm...you go first.'' Said the man.
Alexandra grined and stood up. She walked to the door and nocked on it.
'' May I come in, comrade?''
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Ben backed off fast, having probed the defenses of the other man with that strike. The other man knew how to defend himself, but that would not be enough, he needed to see his will to fight and win, even if it does not make sense!
With that in mind he quickly closed the distance, launching series of rapid open palm thrusts with both hands, twisting his body slightly to put more force into the blows in an attempt to overwhelm the man quickly, most of the thrusts were aimed at the upper chest, close to where the lungs were located.
"Talk means nothing to those who would try to stop you, they are not interested in such petty things, they'd rather kill you and have tea while sitting on your corpse, what are you going to do, try to talk them out of eviscerating your body like the Phantoms would?!" He mocked coldly, it was obvious Ben was not interested in talking it over...
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