The Door slid upwards and open with the silent sound of air decompressing and equalizing in pressure with the hall outside. There were an assembly of men, six men, four of which were brawny guards, fit as any soldier in the red army should. Two of them came in walking at both sides of the officer amongst them. A low ranking one at that. He stood at attention after saluting to the man behind the table.
"I've plenty new academic graduates to interview Piotr. Are you sure that this cannot wait for next week? -- You know how I dislike dealing with these 'special cases' you keep bringing me.-- The army does not need more fanatics or opprotunists." [color=#FFFFFF]The man behind the desk said. There were a bunch of recruitment forms on the table, ordered and labeled with various colorful stickers, each pile seemed to have a different sticker, with the largest one being blue, and the smallest one being yellow. All the rest were of course red. --"No you dont understand Gregor.. This one is special" Said the officer in the room, still at attention. "This one you will like.. He is right outside-- and if you dont take him..--" The comissar behind the desk had stood up slightly. "I will decide who serves our nation, not you, Piotr." Piotr came to silence, and turned his eyes down, looking at the floor in silence, but still at the comissar. "Now- This better be a good one you've brought me this time Piotr, Send him in." said Gregor, gesturing his hand dismissivley at Piotr who at that turned around and barked at the guards to move, causing them to turn around and back outside, then back in again. This time there came the sixth figure through the door, and for a moment it seemed to Gregor that the hunk of flesh could not fit through the door, which was roomy even for him. -- The tall, gigantic hulk of flesh and muscle stood almost two meters tall in the room, wide as two men, he thought. It looked almost like the figures on the posters that had been placed on the walls every time the season changed. A sacrificing hero, dying for the people, but most importantly, the agenda of the army. -- The only detail which was off was the outfit. The hulking man was wearing a prisoner's garb, and heavy magnetic shackles were binding his feet and arms forward, keeping him hunched over somewhat, and unable to move unless such motorics were enabled. The guards stood then at all sides of the room, two at the door, and two close to the giant man while Gregor stepped up forward, and inspected the beast of a man which that thing was.
"Your name?" Gregor asked. Though the giant did not answer. -- After a moment he turned to look at Piotr, which was nervous- or seemed to be. Stepping forward Piotr handed out a holofile, a slate of fiber plastic with a projector. "This is Dennis Korobka, comissar." Piotr said, hunched forward in fear almost like this Dennis in the shackles was. - Gregor snorted. "What an odd family name that is.." He said and looked back at Dennis. "Answer me fool." Gregor barked out at Dennis, but there was still no answer. Dennis was looking into the comissar's eyes in complete silence, his jaws held tight together, and he slowly straightened upwards fully, to his entire height, his head getting closed to the ceiling, and the small hole there which kept the air recycleing out of the room. "He does not speak.. His tongue, and throat.. He is a prisoner comissar.." -- "Yes I konw that you idiot, he is wearing the right outfit.. Now stop wasting my time and tell me who he is before I dispose of you.." Gregor answered before retreating back and sitting on his executive leather chair.. which was a tad extravagant for the entire office, yet has been his favorite chair for a while.
"Yes comissar.." Piotr paused and worked the holo-file, which Gregor never took from him. Reading out loud once the file loaded:
"This is Dennis Korobka, sentanced for death by the supreme court, his crimes were Theft of several army vehicles, including a craft able to leave the planet-- hacking the computer systems of his base to attain information beyond his classification.. murder of several fellow soldiers and several officers, two of which high ranking batallion commanding positions.." Piotr coughed, clearing his throat a bit before he continued: He is thirty six, he served in the special operations and infiltration task forces set for the latest exploration and recon of the sirius sectors around ours.." Gregor stood up from his seat and moved over to Dennis again, this time he disengaged the shackles holding the giant's hands together. and watched. The giant did not move, albiet from lowering both his hands down. He stood in attention almost instantly- The whole event caused the guards to stiffen in sudden alert, or perhaps terror, while Piotr was skimming through the hologram with his finger. "Studied in the general academy, graduated with knowledge of astronomy and mechanics. Was recruited at eighteen years of age first.." At that moment Piotr noticed that the giant was no longer bound, and he too became stiff as a yardstick. Stuttering: "C...comissar, w-wh..why did you do tha..that?" Gregor stared hard at Piotr and demanded: "Read the rest." Piotr looked at Gregor alarmed, then swallowed hard and looked back at the file, pacing away from the giant who still stood completely still in the middle of the room. "H..he served as a flight mechanic for... -- for two years before qualifying for the flying course and passing it after another year suh..successfully... he w..was.. ugh.." Gregor sighed. And shook his head, grabbing the file from Piotr and looking up at Dennis for a moment. Then looking at the file himself. - Piotr stood there as a twig, feeling no less smaller than a pebble or a peck of dust in the room.
Quote:D E N N I S -- K O R O B K A Age: 36
Height: 1.97 CM
Weight: 102 KG
Eyes: Green
Affiliation: PRISONER
Sentance: DEATH
(execution period: Delayed)
Commited Accusations:
-Murder of High Ranking Officers
-Murder of Active Duty Officers
-Murder of 4 comrades in arms.
-Rape of 3 victims (names cencored, access by authorization only)
-Theft of various military equipment, weaponry and ammunition.
-Theft of army vehicles. Three mobile transportation vehicles. One extraplanetary capable vehicle.
-Disobeying direct orders
-Engaging not according to orders.
Subject trialed and found GUILTY by the high military court.
Subject sent to reabilitation.
Period: 7 Years
Purpose: Reinstatment into service.
Extentional:
Dennis is categorized orphan. Collected by the TAP (Talented Allocation Program). Biological parents trialed in treason against the coalition, sentanced to death for betrayal of information to outside parties. Sentance carried out to father. Later to mother past labour and birth of Dennis. Supervised over time until eventually discovered by the TAP and reinstated into military frames in the juvenile military school named after McIntosh. Dennis achieved graduation from the military academy by age of 18, excelling most classes and graduating as a fit for duety aero-technician. Assigned to service atmospheric crafts and extraplanetary crafts, he eventually submitted an application through his superiors and with their commendations, and was accepted into a piloting course. Dennis was filed into the Gold Wing and over time made repeated attempts at qualifying for the Red Squadron, all of which were denied him for disqualifications.
Dennis commited murder to his superior officer after accusing him of denying him the application to keep him 'stuck' in the Gold Wing. - He was captured after a period of six months in which he was searched for, and eventually arrested after attempting to depart the planet, and leaving orbit.
Dennis was placed in a correctional facility, serving the state and the army, while recieving lectures and reabilitation courses. Through his period in the facility he was diagnosed as suffering from Schitzophrenia and his violent nature eventually caused him to collide with the facility. After repeated disturbances the facility trialed him for his disordered defiant manner, and sentanced him to cripple. Dennis' vocal box was painlessly rendered null.
Dennis has since shown complete subordination and cooperations to every exercise and task given to him, and his mental state was monitored and administered with the correct medication and treatment. It is our belief that Dennis is fit to serve the military again, under this diagnostic and the urgest of Comissar Vlodovic of the 7th Maintainance Batallion who vouches for this subject, all the required applications have been set.
For his reinstatment, it was decided that he must be interviewed and applicated again. Please consider all these facts. Reinstating the subject is a potentially explosive situation, and immense control is required at all times.
"So you think you can serve the army again.." Gregor skimmed through the rest of the file, filled with boring medical detail and psychologic examinations, and other reference links that would require him to log into the network. He shoved the file back into Piotr's stomach. Piotr grabbed at it ofcourse, careful not to drop it. He then walked back around and sat down into his fancy chair. Pulling both his arms onto the table, holding them together while leaning his weight down onto his elbows.Gregor asked. "After doing all this, they must be fools to think that I would allow you to return to service.. as much as what ever old commander of yours might think you are now.. -- I know what you are.. You are a MONSTER. Nothing more." [color=#FFFFFF]Gregor almost spat out. "Comissar.. the board has asked that you.. re..recondiser..der.. reconsider this, for our army.. it is.. would be a.. a..." Pioter begun to say, but Gregor cut him short, shouting: "Enough!- The great revolutionary army is not ours! It is not your, or mine! We are servants to the great army, we do not own it you fool!-- This time you really had it, I am going to deal with you once and for all." Gregor moved back to his desk, on his mind was the button that would page his own security officers, but as he turned he heard his table being shoved, and the potted plant in his office turning and falling over, with Pioter screaming like a little girl. When he turned he found Dennis' fat fingers wrapped around Piotr's neck, with all four men trying to pull him down, he eventually snapped the officer's neck and shoved him off onto the table. "Enough!" Gregor barked. Dennis was facing the four guards now, but stopped as soon as Gregor said, as did the guards (though only a moment later). Gregor looked over the body of Piotr which was now slowly sliding off the edge of his table with some of the blue labeled documents. When the body finally fell to the floor limply, Denniss was standing at attention again, to the awe of the other four guards, who were now in shock.
"I can tell you this.. I cannot approve you, but I can see that they have some point, in having you back again.. You are like a dog. Sometimes, you need to smack them on the nose. Then they do as they are told again.." Gregor said, reaching out and activating the shackles, which pressed the giant's wrists and palms together again. Dennis didn't seem bothered, as though he was accustomed to the shackles. "I will do you this favour. I can see in you that you want this.. This is not over for you, yes? -- I will pass this file up." Gregor turned around and pulled a red sticker off of one of the files on the shortest pile, stamping it with a chuckle over Dennis' forehead. "And then we see if the people who really decide, decide to have you back with the army again, da?.. Now, get out of my office.. And take this waste with you." [color=#FFFFFF]Gregor said, pointing loosely at the corpse of Piotr, but looking all the same into Dennis' unblinking green eyes, which were staring right back at him.
// Information
Contact information in game: Bartholomew.MacGregor or `'Gypsy7'(Tom.C)
Contact info otherwise, MSN: jediforever@hotmail.com
Dennis Character not yet created. Will create if passed initials.
Thanks for your reading and time:)Hope you enjoyed.
"I am sorry, but I have to ask... have you now, or have you ever had a romantic affiliation to a potted plant?" Mendel looked completely serious when asking the question. "Or did your great great great grandmother *really* like cats? Do you have any disabilities... or frequent all male saunas in skimpy towels?"
Heading off any incredulous comments, Mendel simply pointed to the EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES SIGN on the wall.
Having a slight... twinge... that something was amiss... Mendel rose from his chair.
"Hold that thought, Comrade Dimitry... I think..." he didn't finish the sentence as he lit a cigarette and marched through the large rotating steel door into the outer office.
"Commissar?" Alicia asked, recently returned from the comm room.
"Pasha... with me!" Mendel demanded, unholstering his large bored .60 calibre assault pistol, marching down the corridor to one of the other offices, where someone had scrawled, in bad crayon, the word ReKrutmant.
Mendel twitched, his boot arching up to smash the lock, sending the doors crashing inwards.
It looked like a pantomime. People in badly replicated Coalition uniforms, playacting at recruitment, a spotty geek in the corner holding open a large book which read.
Coalition: the Recruitment.
LARP... something about it made Mendel sick to the stomach... damn Zoners... daring to impersonate good Coalition soldiers doing thier duty.
Well... if they wanted a taste of what recruitment REALLY was...
Mendel swung the pistol, blowing the Storyteller's head clean off his shoulders. Watching the room descend into fits of screams, as overweight girls in horrifically revealing uniforms, and spotty awkward geeks wearing antiquated army surplus gear tried to get away.
Pasha shook his head as he blasted the room with his shotgun, firing a second round to be sure. Cutting down most of the people, as Mendel calmly walked through the room, putting bullets into skulls.
Finally stopping at the injured and crying 'commissar' who was calling for his mommy.
"Gregor," Mendel stated with a nod... "well how original. I am Leon Mendel... a real commissar," he pressed the barrel up against the teenagers temple. "Sad really... I would have liked to use you to fill my geek quota for operation SHIELD... ahh well."
The bullet ended the geeks miserable existence by giving him what he truly dreamed of, death by Commissar.
"Eh, Commissar, this one appears to be a real candidate," Pasha tapped an injured Dennis with the barrel of his shotgun.
"Yes, well if the damn muppet can't read instructions properly," Mendel stated coldly. "What makes you think I actually want to interview him... shoot him and be done with it."
Pasha obliged.
A few moments later, a little blood splattered, Mendel returned to the interview room with Dimitry, taking the time to reload his pistol.
"Where were we... oh yes, have you ever worn a dress?"
Dimitry tried to swallow but there were no spit left in his mouth. So he shoke his head. He had seen people dying alot. But that was...unexpected. He suddenly smiled as a single thought came through his head: That could have been me. But he didn't stopped to trust in a better world and his way to there did lead him here to this room. So he shoke his head a second time by turning on the commissar: "Vell niet comrade commissar. I did not. I haven't ever vorn a dress." He looked serious at the commissar. "But regarding zhat it vont hurt anyone vhen men vear dresses, I think I vouldn't have problems vith it..." He had taken seat infront of the commissar. He sat there in tensed erectness looking at the commissar.
Dimitry stared thinking at a point somewhere over the commissars head. "Vell. I zhink it's something like, everyone is equal, but equality is not an apology for not knowing your place." He raised an eyebrow with his thoughts far away.
Ian strode in confidently, the alcohol mostly worn off.
He handed Alicia a datapad.
"Madame, these are the protocol codes for the transmission I sent. Please inform the Commissar that I am off to the Las Vegas in Coronado to hopefully meet with some old friends. Not that he should get hopeful or anything. Good day, ma'am."
With that he gave a slight bow, turned on his heels and doubletimed it to the airlock.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Having arrived at Shasta, Yuri Popov was having a hard time figuring out where the recruitment office actually was.
*gunshot*
"Ahh, that must be where it is." As he turned and looked towards that direction.
Having made his way to the office, he gave his paperwork to the secretary and sat down in the waiting area as directed.
Quote:Name: Yuri Popov
Age: 19
Weight:104 KG
Height: 2.1 meters
Background: Born on Jianxi. Son of an industrial worker and stay at home mother. Moved to Zhukovsky when he was 15 to attend a pilot training course. Graduated with honors at the age of 18. Worked in the storage area of Zhukovsky for the past year raising money for a trip to the next recruitment event.
After sitting down, Yuri started contemplating if this long trip from Zhukovsky was really worth it. That Zoner transport seemed like it was about to fall apart the moment it started the trip. It was finally all over now. He was here at the recruitment office.
Dennis has been standing in the waiting room for a while now, having been placed in the corner, in his usual shackles and the two brawny soldiers guarding him from moving or even breathing too loudly. The giant watched through the violence that took place as well as the continuous recycling of candidates. This was his chance, and he had snorted at one of the guards, which at turn grimaced and paced with him, semi-dragging him about towards the room where the interview might take place. Once inside, the guard would direct the giant Dennis to face the table directly, and stand then in attention. "Comrade commissar!" he said plainly before putting a slate of plastic, a holo-file over the shiney table, and retreating back to stand by the shackled giant. In attention. -- The giant was cuffed, though appearantly attempted to stand up as straight as he could, perhaps trying too to stand at attention.
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