As the next poor muppet made the mistake of speaking out of turn another shot was fired by one of the marines, the poor soul went down screaming in agony as the Kalashnikov's round penetrated his upper thigh, now bleeding profusely the muppet in question attempted to crawl out of the office, his breathing rapid and shallow as he scrambled towards the exit which gave the promise of freedom and life. The heavily armoured marine calmly walked not far behind the wounded muppet who was now struggling for their very life, his rifle chambering the next round. If it was the Marine's own sadistic tendencies due the the harsh training of JiangXi or simply orders from the Ministry of Truth in order to 'make an example' was unclear, however onlookers could clearly see that this was not going to end well for the poor muppet on the floor.
Just when the struggling casualty reached the threshold of the recruitment office's door they could feel a heavy boot slam down onto their back, pressing them against the ground and drawing out a high-pitched scream of agony as the Marine started to grind his foot against the muppet's upper back, effectively pinning them in place, completely helpless and his unwounded limbs starting to flail, attempting to find some grip upon the marine's leg, desperately trying to move the muscular leg off their back so their scramble to freedom would not be in vain.
As swiftly as it began it ended. The Marine simply raised his Kalashnikov once again and squeezed the trigger, sending a burst of rounds into the back of the muppet's head, causing it to burst like a watermelon in a splash of blood, brain matter and bone. Ceasing the muppet's movements and their life. Stepping off of the now deceased muppet's back he returned to his post as a Commissar sighed and gave a shout.
"Make that two for clean-up detail! And for the love of McIntosh get some Comrade Clean in here, that bloody muppet had the nerve to wet themselves as they died!"
Previous Experience:
Mining loader to ship
Liberty Navy Pilot
Short Biography:
I was born as the only child of the family. Until the big war there isnt any problem in my family. But then they take my father to military by force..My mother died a year after that....So i started to leave outside. they were very bad days for me.i head to gain money because of this i started to work on mining ships. it takes 15 years. i almost travel all systems. i met lots of people.I witnessed the crush of people in government.İ saw that the rich people behave poors like a dog.i cant stand these behaviors. So i decided to join Liberty Navy to and up all of this things. But i was wrong because in Liberty Navy there is lots of these kind of people But i never give up. i know that there is many people who think like men and find SCRA.
The only war you lose is which you give up fighting
There was a small pause. Sasha Kirov looked at the man who gave the biggest load of poppycock since the obviously faked "Commissars Gone Wild" showed her french-kissing Commissar Sovetskya. Which was preposterous, she never French kissed Commissar Sovetskya. And as such, with all load of poppycock, she pressed an intercom.
"Get me the Boris."
Stepping around the desk, the ceiling opened, dropping a Boris-certified Coalition Shock Trooper Chainsaw Battleaxe, which was flicked on. Before the recruit could move, she brought it down, cleaving him in half and drenching herself in blood. Turning it off, she opened the door. "CLEANING CREW."
The smell of urine filled the air as recruits saw the blood-drenched commissar shouting.
Previous Experience: Atomic Engineering. Stage of Defense
i am daughter of Larisa Vera [Лариса Bepa] and Vladimir Vera [Владимир Bepa]. i lost my mom when i was very young. my father is still working at Zvezdny Gorodok as a physics professor.
i am working at Mykolaiv Research Station. My profession is defence guns and atomic collider.Now i am lower-ranking officer in defence part of Mykolaiv Research Station.
my purpose is that introduce the revolution to all systems and eradicate capitalizm and imperialism
By filling out this form you agree to serve the People's Republic and all for which it stands for. You agree to obey the commands of the Premier and the Coalition High Command for the greater good of the Coalition Peoples and ensure both their security and freedoms from the tyranny of those who oppose us.
You furthermore agree to be subject to decrees by the Ministry of Truth and the State Duma
As the Commissar read the latest 'application' he tiredly looked up at the muppet demanding an interview with a Commissar. He shook his head in a mildly annoyed fashion, this muppet would obviously be a 'loose cannon' as he believed main-stream Sirians said...Best to throw this cannon overboard before it put a hole in the boat. With practiced ease he drew his Tokarev pistol, drew a bead between the nugget's eyes before shooting them in the forehead. The body hit the floor hard and actually went back a few steps as it collapsed. It was by sheer blind luck that none of the blood from the wound splattered on his clean black uniform.
Like clockwork a pair of marines stationed in the lobby grabbed the corpse by it's arms and legs, dragged the carcass over to a Kusari-made garbage disposal unit and dumped the body inside. As the machine did it's work and ejected the body into space and eventually be burned up in the atmosphere the Commissar dropped the application into the shredder hidden beneath his desk before continuing to read his copy of the 'People's Broadcast'. A newspaper based on Volgograd, mostly covered local events in the Kremlin Dome where a large portion of Volgograd's population was based. When he finally reached the Funny Papers he giggled at a rather amusing comic depicting an overweight Queen Canaria and a even larger King Charles duking it out in an old 'boxing' arena.
This day had been long coming for Alexandra, one she had been working toward her entire life. From the day she first began studying, to the first time she held a gun in her hands in the academy. She still remembered the broadcasts she had loved dearly as a child. The Department of Coalition Recruitment's Clip # 528617 had always been her favorite, she remembered it by heart, like any good communist would, for she was exactly that.
'The Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army is recruiting! The entirety of your neighboring habitation sector has already reported to it's local Army recruiting station. But, how come you have not yet enlisted? To Serve in the People's Army is an honor! And the definite and only chance to prove one's loyalty to the Coalition. Cowards die in shame. Report to your nearest recruiting station immediately'
She sighed gently, the entire broadcast made her shiver, no matter how often she heard it. And with every year that passed, her pride swelled, for she would soon be able to fulfill the orders droning from the public square's speaker. It was with a firm, eager step that she entered the recruiting center. The Line was empty, thankfully. And she respectfully strode up to the desk, giving a salute to the one sitting at it. Under her arm, in a neat manila were the records of her academic life, and of her public service.
"Greetings, Comrade. I would like to request consideration for service within the Revolutionary Army. "She said, dropping the salute, folding her hands behind her back. "My records are here, and I stand ready for any kind of questioning about them" To her, the record was a formality. It was her drive, her passion to serve that mattered. She would not fail the state, or it's people.
"Greetings, Comrade. I would like to request consideration for service within the Revolutionary Army. "This sentence caused the Commissar at the desk to mentally sigh, another nugget was forcing him away from his funny papers....With a tired expression he looked up at the newest muppet who dared to intrude upon his recruitment centre. He was not really impressed but kept his expression neutral.
"My records are here, and I stand ready for any kind of questioning about them"
Oh by McIntosh's left nipple...MORE paperwork! When will his hell end?! With a small nod he put down his paper and took the folder from her, jerking it out of her hand roughly as he opened it up and perused it. Looking up at her from time to time with a bored expression.
"Well this is one of the most boring read's I've ever had. And I've had to read Bretonian literature..."He snarked mockingly as he dumped the folder into the trash bin beside his desk, uncaring as to her reaction to his blatant actions. Leaning back in his seat the Commissar shook his head at her."Why should the Army accept you? There is not one redeeming quality you have that I've seen of you that warrents entry into the Army...Why should the Premier's finest accept you?"He asked in a mocking tone, putting his booted feet onto the desk as he relaxed fully in his seat as he stared her down.
If it had been meant to rile her, it either failed, or she suppressed it very well. Not a single twinge of emotion was visible in her eyes, as her entire life was simply discarded as boring, useless. Though there was a quiet flame burning in her chest. She was not useless, she was not a failure to the state. She would serve, somehow.
"Because I will not fail the Army. I would give and will give Everything and my Last in service to our great people. While brave soldiers fight and die across the sector, I cannot stand idly by. I will do my part, I'm no coward. It is well known, cowards die in shame. When my death comes, it will be glorious, and in service to the Coalition and it's People"
She finally took the man's gaze, meeting it. If she was to die today, then she would do so on her feet.
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