The man looked around, trying to find a way to entertain himself. They were taking their sweet time in there. He looked down at a young girl sitting near him, and his eyes met hers for a second as he noticed her studying him. Young- Too innocent for this; He thought to himself.
He pulled down the part of his garment that was covering his mouth and jaw, revealing a few subtle scars. He took a drink from a small container he was carrying with him, just water. He left the cover down, believing it may be perceived as rude if he was to speak to someone with it on.
His hair was short, but somewhat unkempt. Black and a bit messy. He was rather tall and stocky- Much like a working man would look like. His outfit wasn't too plain, but it mostly consisted of a thick and tattered flight suit, with various items deemed safe by the guards who searched him.
The girl shifted in her seat, interested in the stranger. She stood up and slipped past him, pointing to a poster on the wall.
She pointed out six letters in a sequence,
...C...A...S...S...I...E...
Then she pointed towards the sternum of her chest, indicating that this was her name. The young girl smiled, her lips sealed.
She has a Kusari complexion, along with something else, perhaps hispanic. She wore an old torn and battered jumpsuit, a couple of sizes too big for her, stained with patches of engine oil.
The man motioned for her to sit down, shaking his head. This place was a little too serious to be walking around and finding ways to communicate like that.
He took out a small holopad, and wrote on it with his finger. "Mikhail" was illuminated on it as he showed it to her, setting the pad down on his leg.
Teresa watched the exchange from across the room, smiling slightly. She ran a hand down her neck and back, feeling the mat of burns, and examined the pair for a moment, before sitting back and looking at the recruiter's office door, wincing slightly as her back came into contact with the chair.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Khan shrugged, "You know what I am going to do next... I want you to go to Kusari... find a group of farmers... learn everything you can about their ways, spend some time with them... if they will let you. And return ... better educated on the Sirius at large."
Khan gestured to the door, "Three days, Comrade... Three days."
He lit another cigarette as she departed, savouring the flavour as he blew a lazy smoke ring towards the ceiling. Things were going better than he had first assumed. There was potential...
Mikhail entered the room, standing infront of the desk of the Commisar. He stood quietly, his chest sticking out a bit, his arms down at his sides, and his legs straight, but not locked.
"It is an honor to meet you. My name is Mikhail Vdovin, and I wish to serve the Coalition." He looked the imposing man directly in his eyes, waiting for his response.
Khan smirked at the man standing in front of his desk, while he, himself, was across the room sitting in a large leather armchair with a cup of tea and a large service revolver on a small side table.
"I am over here, Comrade," he called. Taking a long pull on his cigarette, before gesturing towards the settee across from him. "You should come, have a seat, and tell me of all the wonders you have seen in your travels."
Mikhail sat down as told, and remained calm, looking up at the Commisar.
"I've seen most walks of life in my years. I have worked hard in the asteroid fields of Rheinland with a few close friends to find some extra credits to live on. I worked as a mercenary, protecting innocent traders as they hauled their sometimes life-saving goods across the sector."
He blinked a few times, gathering his thoughts.
"I even spent time as a bandit myself, stealing from those who looked down on the unfortunate, and mocked them, relishing their arrogance."
He blinked again. "Hunt? If by that, you mean Bounty hunting, no I have not. That trade is not something that interested me. Taking someones life over a handful of credits is rather distasteful."
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