SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Bjorn]

"Very well then, recruit." Said Bjorn and moved hand of the desk and started to seach for something in a drawer. There was rather unplesant "Click" sound and commissar mumbling "No, dont want that for now...". It lasted for few moments, but in the end Bjorn produced datapad and offered it to Julio. "There we go, now fill this out. I want to see how do you fare with it."

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[jammi]

Julio was almost finished filling out the questionnaire, which he had done to the best of his abilities. He hoped he'd given the correct answers, because to be frank, some of the questions were bemusing. He supposed that the seemingly innocent questions might have been designed to paint an in-depth mental portrait of him after his answers had been analysed. Similar thoughts chased each other around his head as he filled out the last question, then saved the file to the data-pad's memory.

He then handed it to the Comrade-Captain. This was it! This would decide if he would be permitted to fight for the moral liberation of the Corsair people!

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[Bjorn]

Bjorn started to read the answers, taking note of their relations. Then he reached for sabre with baffling speed, unsheated it and soon flat side was on Julio's neck.

"You, comrade... excuse me, sub lieutenant Quinetillia, should go to the third deck, its lunch and I believe Muhadrem or someone of his is still handing out this delicious kebabs." Said him, removing the sabre.

"Oh, and I believe you should look for your uniform and gear in 9th barrack. You are now member of the gold wing, under my command, your partisan is being constructed as we speak." Rising up from the chair, he put sabre back to the belt and put the questionare into the machine behind him.

"Welcome to the coalition comrade. Its not something we can say often, you should be proud."

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[jammi]

"The Coalition's trust is a true honour Comrade-Captain. I shall do my best to bring news of the Red Dawn to the people of Crete and strike down the Alliance aggressors that oppose us! Viva los Coalition! Viva los Revolution!"

Then, with a smile so broad that it might have caused the top of his head to fall off had it been any wider, Julio stood, saluted crisply, took a step back (it does not bode well to turn your back on one of the People's Officers. Only etiquette of course) before neatly turning to the right and marching out of the office. As the door swung shut, there was a distant echoing cry of "Woohoo! Get some!" from the corridor outside.

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[Bass_masta992]

"so," says the recruitment officer, "why do you want to join us of all people?"

The unshaven, roughly clothed man says, "the Kaileshvik family, my family, is dead. a result of failed governmential action. Who instead is taken in as suspect for the murders? Me! of all people. So long as i hold my name, governments anywhere shall be held responsible for their corrupt actions."

"I see. What makes you think you could be capable of fulfilling your "oath" to fight against these un-justified actions?"

"Clearly you have never lost a loved one. Have you never felt the fire of vengeance against those who pledged to protect and serve those who they kill and pillage?"

"Why question my motives?" says the curious officer.

"Because you can doubt a man's will to fight what destroyed everything he has. I have given my reasons, now it is up to you to decide what I do. Here is my application. You have questioned my motives, fine. The rest is on file here." The spirited and angered man awaits his answer...

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[Bass_masta992]

Double postings a pain, isn't it?

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[bluntpencil2001]

"Who the hell authorised you to speak to recruits, Lieutenant Kautsky?!" yelled the duty Commissar as he stormed into the room.

"Sir, I'm Lieutenant Klein, not Kautsky..."

"Don't talk back to me you son of a bitch! You still aren't authorised! You'll be mining salts for the next ten years if this carries on, you pathetic dog!"

The officer saluted, sweating profusely, then vacated the room at top speed before the Commissar could draw his pistol.

The true recruiter then put on a cruel smile.

"You," he pointed at Kalaishvek, "should have fled with Kautsky."

Before a response could be given, which would probably have been a correction to tell him that the officer's name was Klein, Commissar Gorodetsky emptied a high calibre round into the man's chest.

Gorodetsky pushed a small button on his communicator,

"Kautsky, get back here. Bring a mop."

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[Montezuma/Kukulcan]

A dark figure marched down the corridor leading to the recruitment office, his footsteps were heavy and regular, akin to those you would witness on the parade ground. He reached the door to the recruitment office and paused, remembering what had been said about the officers that could likely wait on the other side of the door. After taking in one final deep breth, he knocked hard three times on the door and then began to open it.

He stepped inside the office and into an air of fear and anger, only sharpened by the strong smell of alcohol and cigar smoke that hung in the air. The man imidiatly bolted into a typical soldier's stance with his feet together, his arms straight at his sides and his helmit covered head facing stalwertly foreward against the overpowering smell in the room. He made a very brisk yet eager salute to the men in the room, who he knew from stories he had heard in the barracks could be some of the most brutal officers in the entire People's Armed Forces.

"SIR, Boris Medyenev, leutenant of the One Hundred and Seventh infantry platoon reporting for consideration for recruitment into the People's Space Force, SIR." He spoke in one breth, almost shouting as you might imagine a well drilled soldier would speak to an officer. He stood as though an iron rod had been welded to his spine, waiting for their replies, with little beads of sweat appearing on his forhead.

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[Bjorn]

Bjorn looked up from datapad in his hand, measured newcomer from head to toe and was rather impressed. This spy was well informed indeed, but he had missed several points about it. It was indeed hard to baffle mind of someone who was part of commissariat.

"Comrade, I must say I am intriqued by your bravery and whole arrogance of even showing up with only weak overheard informations."

With that two plasma sentry turrets behind the newcomer sprang to life and turned him into the paste.

"You see..." he told to pool of goo on the floor "Good lieutenant Arkady Borisovich Medenyev of 170th is missing an eye. And, even more, to use misheard name... Shame on you, spy... Also I am rahter curious about that People's Space Force you were talking about... Maybe I was not informed of new wing creation? Well, who would know..."

With that Bjorn spoke into intercom device on the table. "Comrade, send some bio waste folks to 1892 F", "Ja herr captain, someone is on ze way."

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[Malenka]

***RECEIVING DATA***
***OPENING FILE***

**VIDEO FILE**

After planting the bomb, Leonov start running towards the exit.Suddenly two Navy guards pointed guns at him.After two seconds of tension he jumed right and pulled out his gun.He started shoting.Killing one guard the other fell down due to an injury.Lenov rushed out.

After 2 hours the bomb went of on planet Manhattan at the Navy recruitment centre.

**VIDEO ENDED**

Good day, comrades.
If you had received my video.Day after day I think:"Who to ally with?"Today I got my answers.I am a great revolutionist myself.I hope to join the SCRA as soon as possible.
Leonov out,

// I am a good flyer and cruiser commander
//I really hope to be accepted.Im not really Russian but I am Serbian if it matters.

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