Commissar Leon Mendel was in no mood. Some pea brained, egotistical, yet totally vapid muppet had decided that it was his turn to handle recruitment for the SCRA. The beloved fighter corps was yet again in need of pilots, mainly due to the utter ineptitude of the last batch of pilots resulting in unusually high losses.
It was to be expected, recruitment was supposed to weed out the weak, not encourage them with 'peace and love' and all that utter rot.
No.
Leon Mendel was there to solve the recruitment issue, and if that meant personally executing a dozen or so morons, then so be it. He wasn't about to regret the task, in fact he welcomed it. He'd been itching to try out his practice shooting.
"Alicia!" he bellowed from the dark room with its table and fan, located in the depths of the CPW-Trotsky somewhere on the edge of the Coronado system. "Send the signal to our recruitment commissars... tell them to send in the next batch of useless toads... and if I see a Zoner in the lot... I guarantee you he will be mopping his own brains up off of the floor!"
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 the Recruiting Office aboard the Typhoon Class CPW-Trotsky, 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. If he does not like your answers, or you answer incoherently, or reveal that you may be a Spy, you shall die.
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 Coalition 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. However, if you break our trust, act in a manner inappropriate to the SCRA. Or if you demonstrate behaviour that makes us question your loyalty and commitment to the SCRA/Coalition, you will die!
The rusty old Mafic docked with the Trotsky. Reznov exited the super heavy miner, and continued down the hall following the "Recruitment" signs. He entered the lobby and approached the woman behind the counter.
"Excuse me.. I'm here to apply for the recruitment procces.."
The woman, who had her eyes on the papers in front of her, didn't bother looking at him, and she stayed silent.
Reznov didn't expect that people would be happy to see him or that anyone would offer him vodka or anything. This is the greeting he wanted.
He moved away from the counter and stood near the chairs, but he did not sit.
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Milan piloted his ship with caution into the docking bay of the Trotsky. After the docking procedure was finished he left his ship and looked arround, in order to find the recruitment office.
He mumbles to himself
"Now let's see where I can find the office..."
He made his way through the corridors and entered an office. He saw there was a allready somebody waiting so he guessed he was right. He nodded and asked the secretary.
"Excuse me...this is the recruitment office am I right?"
The secretary nodded and pointed at the chairs. Milan repplied
"You're too dirty, go take a shower!" he pointed at the miner... his finger shifted to the second one. "You look funny... like an old pet beagle of mine... the one I had to put down because of inbreeding..."
He tsked and turned back towards his office. "This the best you can do Alicia?" he demanded, marching back into the room and slamming the door behind him.
The Small Hanger to the Trotsky opened, and a battered Scimitar flew in, touching down
with ease. a Young Pilot, jumped out of the cockpit and looked over his ship
Doubt I will be seeing you again.
The Pilot grabs his flight bag, And Proceeded out of the hanger bay. looking around, and judging
by where similar looking pilots where going, he finds his way to the recruitment office and finds
a seat. He was ready to turn on everyone and everything he ever knew.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Reznov was surprised by the hasty entry of the man who supposedly heard his question.
"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him." He points at the other man, but his attention was concentrated at Jack Clayton
"A miner? How dare you. You know nothing about me, my life. You do not know what misery I have passed through, and what things I have done, just to get my freedom back."
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[20:45] Domjan1911: YUGOSLAVIAN YUGOSLAVIAN!
"Are you Ruddy Deaf? I said get and take a shower... before I have the damn marines shower you in bullets, you no good, waste of flesh! Get out of my damn reception and don't come back till you have used a full bottle of disinfectant on that lice infested carcass of yours!" He leveled a finger at Clayton. "And you! Get inside... NOW!"