Jacob went to the console and, with a bit of help from a CIC officer in locating it, Jacob read through,the Katz Manifesto a few times. He then searched on what Trotsky, Lenin, and Mao had done.
"From what Mao Zedong did, he believed he had to win over the hearts and minds through education. But the key thing I see is that Katz says that Revolution will come from the educated masses. The workers and peasants. Not some 'illuminated' leader."
"Si," Alvarez said, turning his head to look at the younger man. "The Revolution doesn't have to be about guns, tanks and bombs. It is about the heart, si? It is about the passion to do what is right. The Coalition isn't the evil empire those out there tell you it should be. No, no... we are not looking for revenge driven monsters crying out for bloody vengence and seeing the Coalition as a tool for that... No mi Hermano, we are looking for revolutionaries. Those who can fight with word and deed as hard as they would with a ship... This is the number one reason so many idiota lie dead in the recruitment office. They fail to grasp the fact that we are looking for intellectual officers, leaders of men... not blind sheep. Of those there are plenty."
Alvarez gestured to a junior officer, who brought him a mug of coffee, sitting cradling it in his hands he tilted his head to one side, watching the vastness of space through the windows.
"Katz is a good example of how the Coalition has evolved post-McIntosh, the old guard are gone now, replaced with a new breed of Revolutionary. I wonder, mi hermano, are you ready for that Red Dawn?"
Jacob took a moment. "Yes, it is about the heart. If you don't follow your heart, you are a fool. Men lie. Books lie. Your hwart doesn't." Jacob took a breath. "I'm ready for it."
Jacob stood silently, waiting for whatever came next.
With the Revolver now in hand, Doriano handed it back to the woman at his side. He began once again to muse at his own reflection in the wooden table.
"Olga, Lachina."
He used their first name for the first time, still looking at his desk, as he opened a drawer in front of him, pulling out two sets of documents, and handing one out across the desk to each woman.
"Be on your way and fill those out."
Doriano quietly cleared his throat.
"We'll finish the rest another time."
As he finished speaking, the two applicants got out of their seats, anxiously walking out of the door, past Lieutenant Faddei, who stood up as they left, walking out as well into the lobby.
Faddei looked across the lobby at a man in his seat, firmly yipped across the room.
"Hunter! Major Doriano's office!"
Having filled out the forms, Lukas got up quietly, pushed his chair back into position, and left the room. He placed the forms on the secretary's desk as he walked by, still shaken. He went back to his still-docked Startracker. He'd remembered to bring some fine drink with him before he'd left everything behind, and now, he felt an extreme need to put it to good use.
After having searched, for the better part of the day. Miles lands his Nyx in one of the hangars. He powers the systems down, and steps out of the ship thinking about the ones he is leaving behind. The friends he made in the Guild, his wife and his kid. He sighed, and moved on to the office, wondering what would meet him.
Rand hears the call for the man named Hunter, looks around and thinks to himself, well, he's not here, must be my turn. He closes that computer screen on his arma nd stands, smoothing the wrinkles from his pants, he has been sitting for many hours.
He walks into the office the voice came from.
"Major, the man called Hunter was taken by a young looking man, Hispanic by the looks and sounds of it. Rand Y'Bastahd, sir, reporting for interviewing." He stands at attention until responded to.
The Major nodded again to Valentina and handed over her revolver, she took it and reloaded it quickly.
She aimed for Rand's head, pulled the trigger and placed a bullet right between his eyes. His body fell on the ground. She walked over to it and placed two more bullets into the head and one more into the heart.
She walked out of the office and pointed at Jacob Hunter, who was still sitting there. She had no idea why that Rand something thought he was gone.
'Into the office now, don't waste the Major's precious time.'
Hunter took note of the forceful tone in this woman's voice. Blood specks over her uniform only reinforced his thoughts that she was not one to be messed with. He quickly got up and followed her into the office.
He saw the body of the man who had just walked into the office. The very man who had been claiming to be an ex-Coalitioner was now lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, seeping out of two bullet holes in his head, and one in his heart. A quick and professional kill, meant to save time. If they had the capacity to do this to one whom they once called brother, simply for jumping a queue, Hunter dreaded what they would do to him if he stepped out of line.
He took his seat at the woman's beck, sitting in front of the man he could only assume to be called Major Doriano. Hopefully his assumption was right, for his sake.
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