I want to join your cause to aid those who are oppressed by their powerhungry goverments. Many goverments, like the Kusari and Liberty are pissing me off royally with their totalitarian policing.
Alvarez was short, five foot 7, of some Hispanic origin... it didn't really matter.
He was a Coalition Captain, he commanded the Trotsky, and he had his place in SCRA command. The years of earning that place had left him a rather cynical man, some claimed he was far too rash in the brutal supression of counter-revolutionaries on JiangXi, or for his persecution of Bretonian Armed Forces. Or, perhaps, for his love of getting a job done.
He nodded at Commissar-Gonzales, glancing into the room where the Commodore and Commander Broch were dealing with a few miscreants...
He shrugged. "Eh, Che, Ragazzo," he pointed towards Williamson. "I wanna have a word with you, eh?"
He brushed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, as he pushed back the black Militsiya-style leather coat to show the rather large bored Automatic pistol that had ended many a person's life who had mistakenly gotten on Alvarez's bad side.
Gonzales gave her usual look of disdain, "Ricardo..." she warned.
"Ah, no worries," he said waving a hand. "You can come with, si? There will be no problems... Ragazzo here will be in good hands."
He motioned for Williamson to lead the way, telling him when and where to turn, until the trio walked out into the main hangar deck of the brand new Kirov class Light Cruiser.
Before them was a Coalition Storm, the Social Credit, set on the deck surrounded by a wing of brand new XKR fighters.
Alvarez smirked as he shrugged off his jacket, walking to the edge of the ramp and tossing it over a support brace.
"I like you Ragazzo, you have a cocky mouth, good smile..." he brushed his nose again with the back of his hand, bouncing on his toes as he turned. "You got something to maybe back that **** up Homes? See, I think you're just all talk, esse... no... how they say in English Vicenta?"
Gonzales was leaning against the fuselage of a fighter, rolling her eyes, as various other technicians and such moved forward to get a better look at what was going on.
Alvarez's goatee twitched, looking amused.
"Si, I know gringos like you, many of them come through here, thinking they hot ****... takes an Officer to put them back in their place... or give them a chance to show that they are actually... as they say, Ragazzo..."
Alvarez took off his gunbelt and handed it to a techie.
"So, how you wanna do this?" He offered, gesturing to a rather surly looking marine, far too tall, far too ugly. A large Coalition tattoo on his biceps, carrying what looked like a cricket bat, 'cept it was covered with ducttape, and had a few nails through it. "You wanna me, or you want my homie Boris over there?"
Alvarez glanced at her, rolling his eyes. "You really know how to be a buzz-kill Commissar-Commander... You wanna in on this, show me how it is done, eh? Maybe I make it an order?"
Looking at the woman that just got shot, he smiled a little.. Then turning to Warner as he asked the next question.
"Well Lt.Commander, first step would be to check our database if the vessel in question carries a visa for transporting goods trough our system.
If it doe's i'd escort it to the nearest base and let him continue his work, as he is obviously an friend.
If not, then he is trespassing, i'd first ask a series of queries why he's here and why he thinks that we would allow him to go trough our systems with goods that could be going to our enemies. Then i'd board the vessel, capture the civilian piloting the transport.
After securing the captive, i'd secure the cargo, making sure nothing that could harm the Coalition was on board, then signal our bases, that are close by for pickup, the fuel would be useful for the war efforts after all. Then i'd take the pilot back to base for questioning.. Sir.. "
You think you're worthy to join the Coalition?
We'll See!
The Following Steps shall be followed, on pain of death. We do not tolerate half-heartedness and slackery in the coalition!
Stage 1: Make an application in person to your local Coalition Recruiting Office, filling in all the appropriate information. If at first you are not accepted, feel free to re-apply once you feel the circumstances preventing your admission have been corrected, provided that you are still alive to do so.
All Applications will be made in person, in understandable, well punctuated English. You will be clear and concise. You will not ramble. You will include references, if applicable. You will not tell the Commissar what he is doing, he will tell you what to do. You will die if we order you to, you will live on our whim. You shall learn this, or you shall die.
Stage 2: Be questioned by the duty Commissar.
Stage 3: Fill out the SCRA Questionnaire (PM) Should you fail in the Questionnaire, you shall be terminated.
Stage 4: Once you've been cleared of the above stages, and authorized in SCRA Commnets, you shall be given a Sub-Lieutenancy in the glorious SCRA, and permitted by the grace of your superiors to fly a Partisan Light Fighter. Should you demonstrate that you are not worthy of the trust we have placed in you, we shall kill you with no warning. Let it be re-iterated, the Coaliton is not for the weak of heart.
Stage 5: Provided you manage not to prove our trust misplaced, you shall be promoted to full Lieutenant in the SCRA, and granted the rights to fly the other snubfighters, as well as not face the threat of instant death every second of every day.
****NOTE: We Reserve the right to execute without warning any character who applies to us. Either make sure you're ready, or use a character you can afford to lose. This is your only warning.****
---- Heed the Advice put forth Here, and you may live longer. ----
Greetings Coalition leaders. I feel an urge to do something important in this sector of ours. My name is Sylvan.Phillips I am unaware if i am even worthy enough to be speaking to you. But i hope i can find my true potential.
-----------------Background--------------------
When i was 18 months old I was aboard a trading vessel with my two parents. They were encountered by pirates The pirates quickly began shooting at the our vessel engulfing it in flames. My parents were killed and i was rushed into a hospital. I spent 5 years there from the day of the explosion i suffered severe Nerve-System damage and It gave me horrible twitching problems
As i grew older and stronger, Five more years of expansive medical treatment. The Doctors let me walk around people stared at me as i twitched every few seconds. That day as i was returning to the hospital a man jumped out of an alleyway and grabbed me. He ran me onto his ship and threw me into the back
I spent about three days in the back of the vessel until a man came back and told me to get to work. I was assigned kitchen duties. Knowing these men were dangerous i did what i was asked without question. As the years went on i developed a Father-Son like connection to the chef. We traveled the entire sirius sector in search of fame and fortune but soon the captain died and the crew disbanded. Again i was alone.
Now at age 16 i decided i needed a ship of my own i enrolled into flight school and quickly mastered it.
I began to work at a ship repair station until i could afford my own ship. It took me 8 years but I managed to pull it off.
Now age 24 I began searching for something to do in the sector. Nothing i did fulfilled my true potential. A mercenary, Trader, Freelancer All these things left me with a gaping hole telling me "You could do so much more"
At age 25 I am now here applying to join the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army. I am not sure if i am worthy to join the ranks of all the great pilots. But I hope i shall be accepted If not i know i was never worthy and i shall search for another group that may let me fulfill my true potential...I am not afraid of death
*Salutes*
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Alvarez pointed at Williamson from across the hangar deck.
"You may be fantacising, Esse, that you are up a few decks, in a waiting office, waiting to be called... but let me make it clear to you, homes, you're down here, this is your interview, and Boris over there is kinda eagre to ask you his first question... ain't you Boris?"
Boris grunted, taking a lumbering step towards the man.
"So the question is, do you choose him, me, or the latina chica over there?"
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