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Coalition Recruitment Thread - aznremix416 - 04-11-2012
![[Image: KnifeBladeAssassin.gif]](http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll147/nov2rem/KnifeBladeAssassin.gif)
The man had no name, only the one codename "the Cleaner". No one in the Coalition knew who he was, or his role, but he gets the job done.
Without any expression on his face the man walked directly up to Nikolai Volkrov and shot him twice in the crouch area, in a place where -no man- wanted to be shot. There was no reason, nor spite, just plain brutality.
All of the other applicants watched in simple shock or horror as the Cleaner dragged the screaming man away from the room and into another.
Still, with no expression, the cleaner drags the man by the hair next to a pool filled with fishes.
But these were no normal fishes because on the tank read "Coaliton Experimental, flesh-eating Underwater Weaponary".
The Cleaner, still silent, picked up the crying man and throws him inside the tank. The fishes, mutated piranhas immedietly smelt the scum in the man, and immedietly rushed to him, eating and tearing away his flesh. As the man screamed, he could see the cleaner smile, only slightly, which would be otherwise invisible to the naked eye.
But the torment did not stop there. Nikolai, close to death, wished right there that he did not desert his Corsair goons and wanted to die, right there right now. However, the mercy did not come, as he was finally raised out of the tank by a crane. Nikolai was dropped to the floor, bloody, and 80% of his body without flesh. He smiled as he realized that the Cleaner stood above him, with his gun drawn, surely getting ready to end Nikolai's pathetic life.
But again, the mercy did not come.
Instead the Cleaner once again dragged Nikolai by the hair and thew him in the Airlock. Finally, a swift death will come to Nikolai. The Cleaner simply waved to Nikolai, still without any expression on his face whatsoever. Nikolai was then jettisoned into space, where he died from a mix of suffocation, and -major- blood loss.
But just to finish the job, the Cleaner headed towards the gun bay, hopped on a anti-fighter turret.
He targeted Nikolai's dead corpse, fired once, and vaporized Nikolai. All traces of the scum were now gone from the face of the Universe, preventing any chance of resurecction.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Vulkhard Muller - 04-11-2012
<strike>just as the airlock launched and the turret went off a Door opened behind"The Cleaner" a Man nearly identical to the last but slightly more well built walked in launched himself at the cleaner and pinned him to the ground holding a long RM Blade to his neck and said "a pitty my brother had to die that way but i had a feeling that something like that would happen from the Likes of the Coalition so i decided to pull a little stunt of my own sent my froms in and everything but sent my twin brother in my place amazing how brutal the SCRA Recrutiment offices can be" he sigh thinking wether to end this mans life or let him go. Deciding that Killing him would damage his chances of join the SCRA he instead tied his arms and legs up and threw him in the Airlock and did not launch him just let him sit there and then asked "So am i allowed to join the SCRA now sir?"</strike>
No. The SCRA have denied you as an applicant stop applying now.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - aznremix416 - 04-11-2012
Unfortunately for his brother, the Cleaner managed to get loose of the poorly knit rope. Laughing evily, the Cleaner pulled out a remote from the pocket of his trench coat, and clicked one button, releasing the airlock door back to the Ship.
Nikolai's brother, shocked at what just happened, slowly started to back off in fear
"How, how di-"
He didnt get to finish his sentance. The Cleaner pulled out his pistol and shot the man one time in the dome. A waste of a bullet, but it did the job.
"Pathetic" The Cleaner said, his only word spoken in the entire ordeal.
He then shot the man three more times in the head, making sure he was dead, then he called to a Coalition soldier.
"You, contact the other cleaner assassins in transmission range. Have them search for any friends, family, acquantinces, or even dogs that this Nikolai guy is related to, and have them all killed."
The soldier simply nodded, and went off to inform the other cleaners. They have not failed once in their entire existence, and they were not about to start now.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Scaridae - 04-13-2012
Liam shifted nervously in his chair, his hands intertwined with each other repeatedly as he fidgeted with them. He watched the room, corner to corner, noticing the quietness of the lobby which seemed to descend down upon the room after what seemed to be akin to a cloning machine gone haywire and started to deposit its clones aboard the Trotsky. However it seemed like the cleaners were successful as no new potential recruit had entered the room; at least none of whom seemed to be related to that earlier animal impressionist.
To kill some time Liam picked up the morning star newspaper and noticed that it seemed like all of Sirius was going to undergo a series of massive and prolonged change of some kind whether it was political turmoil in the case of Kusari, faced with a foreign aggressor in the case of Bretonia or continuing economic struggles in Rheinland, to Liam this meant that it looked closer to time in which the educated worker would soon want to shake off the shackles of the oppressors. This made him feel that Katz was almost prophetic although it could also be explained that the failures of the houses only needed a a person with a fresh perspective, the true perspective. After reading the paper Liam sat pondering on what was going to happen to himself regarding the outcome in the vetting procedure.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - lw'nafh - 04-14-2012
A Sabre silently sped through the icy fields, orbiting for a good five minutes, out of effective scanning range of the Trotsky as the pilot send a non-audio hail to the still vessel. The message was rather simply stating that its short-range transmitter was on the fritz, and requesting permission to dock. The dock controller, looking at the message, reluctantly ordered the exterior hangar door open and sent back a green light. After all, if it was someone they had to kill, they could much more easily do it on deck. The small fighter looked a little banged up having scorch marks along the hull and dents in the hold. That said, the actual frame of the ship was as perfect as it was when it rolled off the assembly line. The seductive humming of the engines slowed as the pilot allowed the docking tractor to take hold of the ship, bringing down against the hangar deck softly, causing a gentle jolt through the vessel as the tractor disengaged and the engines powered down with a stereotypical whir.
The small manhole under the cockpit clicked open as a ladder slid down soon behind, the pilot, a rather... unusual figure descending from the claustrophobic cockpit. Some of the idle crew couldn't help but stare as the masculine figure become more apparent... He stood at least seven feet tall, his arms covered in some kind of steel padding really, was the only way to describe it. His legs were also lined with the same, odd plate armour which covered his arms, and if it wasn't obvious already - it was now. This creature, whoever or whatever it was, was certainly NOT human. As he turned around to examine the large room, his distinctly reptilian features came to view, an elongated head with a large maw, scales a light brown, and showing their age. Its eyes were little blue orbs supported in steel sockets that resembled what could only be called web as it spread out along the top of his skull, before meshing with the skin and the bone. He bore no helmet, and no form of protection for his torso; instead, he only wore some sort of military vest, devoid of any decoration or insignia, though obviously not his 'day clothing'. He stood with a slight slouch as his arms hung low, a pair of deadly looking claws at the end of each limb...
He rose his hands as if to show he wasn't a threat to the security who he now found pointing their weapons at him, each with an intent, cold, calculating look in their eyes. There was nothing but silence for a time, before the noiselessness was broken by the lizard's voice. "I'm here to see whoever is in charge of... Recruitment," he said with a slight tone of irony, his voice a little cracked, his accent having a soft Bretonian ring. "May I?" he questioned, his mechanical eyes darting to whom he believed was the officer on duty.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Reverend Del - 04-14-2012
The alarm blazed through the facility and Litvenko was dragged out of his office by a junior flunky. The flunky looked flustered, as if something was seriously bothering him.
"Commisar-Captain, sir, you're the senior officer on duty, and there's a damn lizard in the docking bay."
Litvenko looked askance at the man, "A lizard? Put it in a cage you damn fool." Litvenko turned around to return to his paperwork.
"Ummmm....no sir, a 7 foot tall talking lizard, sir. He's asking the way to the recruitment office."
Litvenko shrugged. "Lieutenant, report to the infirmary, and then to punishment, evidently you've been taking drugs that aren't allowed." He decided to take a walk down to the docking bay anyway, swinging by the marine barracks on the way down.
He arrived at the docking bay with twenty marines in tow, all armed with the latest Coalition body armour and weapons. Upon arriving he noticed the lizard. "Well, by the Ikon, the lieutenant was right." He thought.
Well there were two options here, either gun it down where it stood, or demand it be on his way. Litvenko's paperwork pile swung the vote. "Board your vessel, take that out of Coalition space and never return. You're not welcome here." Litvenko's paperwork pile was in no need to get any larger.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Jeremy Hunter - 04-15-2012
A soldier steps in front of the strange man who entered asking if it's possible.
"This way sir, the Coalition wishes to have your great mind in our fight against those who wish to see the Red Dawn fail."
Leading the man down a hallway, the soldier pushes him into a room and closes the door. As the man looks around, four marines unload their entire magazines into the space he occupies, pocket-marking the wall and door.. None are kill shots, but he is now covered in bullet holes.
"No, it's not possible." Says the leader. The soldier walks over to the dying man and kicks him hard in the ribs before walking out with his soldiers. Soon enough, the baying of very, very, very hungry wolfhounds are heard.
Commissar-Major Kirov grimaces as the first scream is heard when the hounds descend upon him.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - lw'nafh - 04-15-2012
The lizard smirked a little, a hand on the ladder, the other reaching up into the cockpit. "If that's the way you wish it, then so be it," he said in a tone sounding of expectation. He knew how the regulars would respond, because he knew none would know or recognise him. "Aha," he said to himself as he finally stopped digging around in the side-compartment of the cockpit, pulling maybe three or four pieces of paper, handing them to the officer. "Before you do condemn me entirely, please, remember who sacrificed their ship and damn-near their lives for men and women they had never met, as well as Katz himself. You think I'm pulling your leg? Ask him yourself," he said in a flat, unimpressed tone. Rather than waiting for a response however, he climbed into his vessel and began the launch sequence - the ship shutting tight as he prematurely activated his shielding systems and contacted dock control for clearance. Upon inspection it would seem the papers outlined the Bremen operation, and his role in 'Heavy fire support', as well as a series of images showing the destruction of a Rheinland cruiser and, later on, the warship that took them head on. As well as this, the last page contained a copy of an old Coalition Visa signed to 'X' for the purposes of quick briefing for further military operations. Soon enough, the Sabre would be clear of the cruiser, disappearing into the shroud of space from whence it came.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Jeremy Hunter - 04-16-2012
![[Image: 11ifm38.png]](http://i43.tinypic.com/11ifm38.png)
Sasha walked out and thrust a mountain of papers at Liam.
"Fill these out, hand them to Alicia when you are done."
Sasha returned to her office and kicked up her feet.
"Fill these out, hand them to Alicia when you are done."
Sasha returned to her office and kicked up her feet.
Coalition Recruitment Thread - Gentlefood - 04-16-2012
Entering the recruitment office was a man aged in his late twenties wearing a somewhat tattered, but still clearly well maintained Rheinwehr officer uniform. The gleam of his Leutnant insignia attracting the eyes of those else in the room, some less friendly than others. Standing at attention at the desk Christopher Lutz calmly asks for the recruitment form which he receives and promptly fills out.
"Name: Christopher Lutz. Age: 28. Height: 173cm. Eye Color: Grey. Hair Color: Black. Former Occupation: Rheinwehr Gunboat Commander."
Christopher returns the papers, "I believe that is all in order." Reflexively almost saluting the the attendant, Christopher heads over to the few chairs along the bulkhead ignoring the death stares and waiting for his turn to be called.