Oh joy...He got an idealist...They tended to be cannon fodder nowadays in New Beijing, or Omega-55 in Sirian Standard. Still he would do his job and screen the nugget, wouldn't do to let in some muppet who would simply get the more competent soldiers killed in the field because they thought a Corsair was not hostile and should be 'hugged' rather than shot down. Nonetheless the muppet was waiting for him to reply to her. He would have to phrase this in small words as he suspected this muppet was...Slow.
"There is no glory in death, you want glory survive and hit the enemy right where it hurts."He rebuked with a dull stare."In any event, I suggest leaving such talk at the door, we don't have the numbers to throw away in the face of the Houses and everything else that wants to kill us. You want to be of use to the Republic? Fight with guile and on our terms, never let the enemy dictate the battle." the man lectured, he has obviously had THIS conversation before many times.
"However, I think we might make you less worthless than you already are through a vigorous training program...And alot of pain."He suddenly grins sharply, almost 'shark-like' which would send most nuggets fleeing to the nearest corner in terror at what is to come..."So...Think you can handle it...Or are you nothing more than a pathetic little corporate lapdog?"He taunted, trying to provoke a reaction out of her.
For someone raised practically dripping in propaganda, this was a suitable shock, of course. Or rather, it was like being hung from the slaughter yards by your throat and being beaten over the head with your own self righteousness. It didn't feel good. Her body remained stiff, upright, the first noticable effect of the Commissars words, were the subtle twitch in her eye. She was obviously displeased of the news, but she was a good enough soldier, or rather, communist, to disregard her own feelings for the sake of orders.
There was no glory in death, but there was honor in serving the State through less than honorable means. Hmm, she silently considered this, her gaze hardening just a bit. The Houses, alliance dogs, hardly met them on equal terms, the least they could do was return the favor. And with the hardworking people of the Coalition behind them, how could the houses hope to stand against them? The fight was up hill. But they were a determined people, concerned with the cause over the individual. They might not win today, but they didn't have to. As long as the houses remained, so too would the Coalition.
" I can handle it" She didn't need a tirade of words to bring her point across. She would either handle it, or she would not. It was the obvious answer, there could be no alternatives. But she was sure as hell going to try.
His shark-like grin continues as he stares her down. His tone almost 'blood-thirsty' as he nodded slightly.
"We'll see, oh yes we will see if you swim or flounder."At that he gave a gesture to the marine in the corner. The heavily armoured man snaps his head in the Commissar's direction before nodding. Looking back to the muppet he scoffs.
"You will follow him to the barracks, from there we will see if you have what it takes...If you die on your first mission as a Revolutionary Army officer I expect to forget you within the month, now be off with you!"he shouts, grabbing his newspaper once again and turns back to his funny pages"I have important business to take care of."he mocks as he starts to continue where he left off before, chuckling once in awhile as the Marine starts to lead her out the door to the Barracks.
I was born on Manhatten in New York. My Father was an admiral in liberty Navy in Virginia. My Mother rear admiral from Virginia my life being in battles was an everyday event in our lifes. Most of my life i was on cruisers and battleship attacking and protecting fighters or gunboats or protect and surve
I was raised by the best to be the best .I was rear admiral in a small cruiser in Houstan on the age of 19 I fight and protect as second nature i did more than 2900 missions killed about 3500 fighters in battles so far and we won 80 % of all attacks
I then one day find an article about your solar system and wanted to know more . i packed up give my notice and move here to starts fighting for the Coalition and i fell in love with the solar system and its people i am 100% committed to Serve a great movement with SCRA
THERE FOR I WOULD LIKE TO BE A MEMBER OF A WINNING TEAM
I am so commited to be part of this great movement that i would love to own a destroyer and fight and protect with the best of the best
As he read the applications sent he scoffed before gleefully deleting them. If they don't bother to come in person they don't matter. He than continued to read his newspaper, his booted feet resting on the desk as he leaned back, relaxing calmly in his chair as he waited and read through the paper for anything that would interest him today.
OOC Reminder: We don't really like 'biographic applications' as we prefer you RP coming in person. If you MUST have a bio please have it as a 'file folder' you are carrying on your person as you RP with the Commissar.
Alexei walks to the reception desk and said to the Attendant: "Good day sir, I want to join the army. Please book an appointment with the Commissar so that I may present myself to him."
The Attendant: "What is your name?"
The Attendant hands Alexei a form.
The Attendant: "fill in this form."
Alexei takes the form and hands an envelope to the Attendant saying: "Certainly, here is my reference letter." "My security clearance certificate and health status is already on the system."
Alexei completes the form and places it on the counter in reach of the Attendant, who is apparently no longer paying attention to him.
Alexei says to the Attendant: "When will I have the appointment?"
After a long pause the attendant said: "yes?"
Alexei repeats his question: "When will I have the appointment with the Commissar?"
Attendant: "I will contact you."
Alexei, in a firm steady voice says: "I did not come here to play games, I am here to serve." "I will not leave until you have confirmed an appointment date and time."
The Attendant's short term attention has been regained. Now checking the calendar he notices that the Commissar has no scheduled appointments for the rest of the morning. He presses a button and starts talking through a mic extending from his earpiece.
Attendant: "Commissar sir, sorry to bother you, sir." "I have before me a very insistent applicant who wants to present himself to you."
At hearing the most recent annoying Secretary 'temp' manning the desk he growled and shook his head. How could he get any reading done when muppets kept annoying him?! Reaching under the desk he pulled out his pistol, checking it's magazine for ammunition before tucking it into his jacket. His mood, now foul and starting to get ill-tempered he kicked open the office door, almost punching a hole right through the wooden door as his gaze scanned the room. Sighting his target he took out his TT-33 Pistol from his jacket, lined up a shot before squeezing the trigger.
The attendant didn't even have time to scream before the bullet did it's job, almost immediately two Marines, standing off to the side attempting to look menacing in their dark armour and shouldering their Kalashnikovs, jogged over to where the body was, each taking and end and dumping it into the nearest Kusari-Made Disposal Unit while Alisha returned from her coffee break and took back her desk from the 'Temp'. Looking at the newest muppet the Commissar shook his head and pointed at him.
"You Muppet! Get in here!"he shouted. However the man was not going there under his own power, the Marines grabbed him roughly by the arms and dragged him into the office, as the Commissar walked back a round the desk and retook his chair, his newspaper on the floor beside his chair having been forgotten in the little bit of...excitement.
Shoving 'Alexei' into a rather uncomfortable-looking metal chair across the desk they held him in place by his shoulders, their presence a stiff reminder that he had absolutely no power here. The Commissar having now taken his own seat just glared balefully at the muppet across from him, unamused at what he saw before him if the sneer was any indication... With pistol still in hand he stared the man down, letting him sweat for a full minute before he finally spoke.
"Sweet Katz..." the man mutters as his face turned from a sneer into an expression of pure disgust as he shook his head."What brought such a putrid little creature into my Recruitment Centre...Obviously you were not sent by the Premier, His Watchful Eye nor Jesus Christ?" he mocked as he leaned back in his seat, maintaining that same expression of disgust as he took in the man before him. Unimpressed and un-caring."Well, you have a name muppet?" the demand came curtly, almost as if he felt the man wasn't worth the effort."Or shall I start calling you Muppet until former Premier Katz rides in on a magical unicorn from Planet Gaia and declares you a Hero of the Revolution?"
Alexei not entirely shocked by the events of the past few minutes, but not appreciating the tension either he raises his right hand to his brow and solutes. He then answers the puppet master in a clear calm voice: "Alexei sir, fighter pilot reporting for duty."
