Glenn sits behind his desk, wondering why his stack of paperwork had thinned so much recently, when the comm on his desk beeps.
"Go ahead"
"Glenn, this is maintaiance. We located the blockage in your pneumatic delivery system. It seems that the boys down in recruiting stuffed too many envelopes into the tube and it got stuck. It looks like several hundred pages of paperwork got stuck behind it. We're bringing it all up to you now.
Glenn sighs. "Ok, send it all up."
Glenn flips the switch, closing the channel. A few minutes later, a rather largish member of the Ouray maintainence crew came in, carrying a very tall stack of papers.
"Thank you, George. Just pile it all on my desk."
After the maintainance tech left, Glenn took the three envelopes from recruiting off the stack, and read each one.
"Not a bad batch of recruits. I'll pass them all along. It's a good thing, too. We've needed some new recruits."
Glenn signs off on each letter, then sticks them back in the pneumatic delivery system and hits "High Command"
The cell in Huntsville was smaller than most -- reserved for the more unlikeable guests. Measuring only a meter in height, the cube's dark confines were illuminated only by the unsightly pale bleach of Theodor's skin. His body became brighter still when the metal peephole slid open, spilling light on his skin for the first time in months.
The guard glared at him without a word for over a minute, scrutinizing his huddled, naked form for weapons. Seeing none, he spoke in the tone of a drill sergeant: "Get your sorry self back into the shadows, freak. I don't wanna look through here and see that skinny, white behind no more, you hear?"
Theodor turned his gaze from the rusted steel wall and glanced in the general direction of the peephole, unable to look at it straight for fear of going blind. He squinted and raised his head but made no move towards the end of the cell.
"Fine," the guard said. "Have it your way -- just don't let your new buddy push you around. Know what I'm saying?" He laughed and pulled the door aside. In fell an emaciated half-corpse, bruised and bloodied. He fell on his face and groaned when the floor busted something important in his nose.
When the footsteps of the guards had gone, the cell's newest addition picked himself up off the floor and huddled next to Theodor. It wasn't comfortable, but it was his only choice. For a moment, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness in silence, and then he reached inside his mouth and removed the plastic capsule from behind his molars.
"I know who you are, Theodor."
Theodor stared at the wall in silence.
His cell mate smiled. "I know where you've come from, and I know what you've done. I also know you're usually not one for talking, so just let me be quick in saying this, and I'll get out of your hair."
Theodor nodded, though it was unlikely the other guy saw it.
"Take this."
Theodor lifted his hand and felt the pill against his fingers. It was still slimy with saliva.
"It's not medicine. When I say take it, I mean keep it. You don't know who I am, but you don't have to. All you have to know is that I have connections... Connections of the get-you-out-of-here type. Our people have arranged for the guards to return you to the regular holding bay area. You'll have light. When your eyes adjust, take the pill and pry it open. Inside the time-release capsule you'll find a densely-rolled piece of paper. Now if I was you, I'd open that piece of paper and read it first chance I got. If you like what we have to offer, drop the pill on my lunch tray next time you see me at the cafeteria, and I'll have you on the first armored transport to Manhattan next week. You'll recognize me by the tattoo on the back of my neck. Not saying what it is here, but believe you me, you'll recognize it. Oh, and you can eat the paper afterward. It's toilet paper from the Battleship Mississippi and tastes better than the steaks they serve the death row guys around here."
Theodor let out a long, ragged sigh and rubbed the pill between his fingers. His eyes narrowed and he looked at the man beside him. "Manhattan..."
The man looked back at Theodor. They couldn't see each other, but they felt the gaze of the other as clearly as sunlight. "I know you don't like Liberty," he replied, "but it's the best we can do for now. Armored transports don't fly where we hail from, son."
Theodor's cellmate turned away and banged his fist against the door. "I'm done!" he shouted.
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It took three days for Theodor's eyes to adjust properly. When his vision had finally focused enough to make out the piece of paper, he gazed upon the tiny "XA" engraved within the fibers until his eyes had gone numb. He'd been waiting years for this moment. He couldn't even remember the date that he had lead the suicide assault on Norfolk. He'd lost a lot of friends then, and it had taken the Xenos longer to notice and appreciate him than he had expected.
But now was his chance. He knew Huntsville's security was corrupt as sin. It was one of many reasons he'd attacked a Liberty security installation so long ago in the first place. The Xenos were threaded throughout Huntsville's network like cockroaches, and they were finally diverting enough resources his way to help him. Just a little bribe, and that man was right: Theodor would be gone from Huntsville for good. He had only to return the pill capsule to apply for his right of passage. It was simple. They already knew he hated what Liberty stood for. If they gave him his chance, they would find out first hand just how deep that hate trailed.
Theodor passed the man with the XA tattooed into the back of his neck and casually spat the pill into his lunch. As he sauntered away, for the first time in... well, a very long time, he smiled.
Glenn reads over the intelligence report he had recieved from inside Huntsville.
"Hmm... this guy looks promising. We might be able to use him."
Glenn writes some instructions on the top of the report, diverting a freighter to Manhattan to pick him up, and places the report back into the pneumatic delivery system.
I am Paul Williams. I was born in rheinland. to escape their harsh rule my family moved to manhatten. where we were then accused of smuggling artifacts! but, thankfully enough they only sent me to jail, where i learned that livberty doesnt want any rheilanders in their country, and they try to get rid of us. a xeno rep in my jail cell told me about your cause, to bring an end to the swine called liberty. i am willing to do whatever it takes to help out with the cause.
Glenn takes the newest application out of Pneumatic delivery tube and begins to read.
"Well, that was short. Why do the people in recruiting send me this stuff? What is a server, anyway? I think we've got one down in the bar, but nobody's standing on her as far as I can tell. Oh well, only one thing to do with this one."
Glenn dumps the application into the disposal chute and moves on to the next item in his inbox.
//WeeD-Killer, at the beginning of this thread, we said that all posts should be in character. As yours is not, we're denying your application at this time. You're welcome to try again, just look at pasts applications for an idea of how one should be formatted.
well it seems like your hatred for foreign influence is as strong as ever. im not really a dirty kraut, who would want to be? i just wanted to see if your rep was telling the truth about you guys. the part about me being from rheinland is false, but everything else is true. i grew up in an industrial place, texas. many people like my family were poor, but i found a way to rise up, and get my family and i out of poverty and into a comfortable middle class house. i started to realized the liberty dream, until it happened. they came at night, accusing my family of smuggling artifacts, cardimine, and other outlandish accusations. as i told you, they only threw m in jail, i had to confess or my whole family who go to jail!
i now realize that liberty wants to keep the poor, poor so we can do all their manual labor, all their backbreaking tasks. i would love to join the ranks of the xenos, and fight for a greater truth. let me join and i will prove myself worthy no matter the cost. this is for my family and everyone oppressed by the corrupt liberty government! lets put an end to foreign influence and the thing liberty calls "freedom".
Glenn was working on his paperwork, when the comm unit on his desk beeped.
"Thacker here, go ahead."
"Sir, this is Security, we've got that Kraut and we're ready to shove him out the airlock, but he's changed his story, claiming that he's actually from Texas and that he had lied about being a Rhienlander. Should we shove him out the 'lock anyway?"
Glenn thinks for a moment.
"No. Put him into a holding cell while we check on his story. It shouldn't be too hard to track. If he's lying, we can always shoot him later, if not, he could be useful."
"Yes sir, Security out."
Glenn pulls out a piece of paper and writes some orders to the guys in recruiting, telling them to begin a background check.
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