Captain Alvarez, Commanding Officer of the Trotsky, stepped out of the way as the man came flying through the CIC window.
The short, goateed Hispanic man sighed as he stepped back out of the way and let the recruiters get on with it. He hefted a rather large .65 automatic pistol and handed it to Lt. Commander Broch, as he went back to monitoring Cadiz.
Angie smiled at him, the machine pressuring its foot downwards uncomfortably. "Viatechslav, dear, you can let him up, now."
"Affirmative," The machine sounded pretty disappointed. It still removed its foot, letting the man breathe.
Slowly, Angie handed the man a series of papers. "Fill these out while the medics tend to you," She said softly. With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, the warbot in tow.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Finding himself short of breath after having it pounded out of him, Kostya coughed up a spittle of blood onto his sleeve and leaned up to take the papers with his other hand.
He stared after the woman who briskly walked away, almost incredulous. The thought occurred to him that she must have gone through something like this herself, and having had seen it countless times afterward it was all normal for her.
The pain in his mouth prompted him to probe it with his fingers; they came back rather bloody.
But the pain reminded him of the simple fact that he was alive to feel it.
He looked back up at the woman who had almost left the room. Knowing his voice would have been too hoarse to say anything she could hear, he swallowed and managed to say quietly, "Thank you, Comrade.."
"Wrong." he simply stated, grabbing his pistol and shot her in the right shoulder, a spray of blood seemed to blossom from her wound, shaking his head he sighs deeply.
"Obviously our own Pilot is the most dangerous one out there, Corsairs lack fine skill while the Outcasts are too doped up on Cardamine to think in clear concise terms, combined with our superior technology and our will to fight you have a dangerous foe for any one on the field who is against him or her, remember your pretty face won't save your sorry soul from me." he stated before relaxing himself.
"Now, for the pretty boy, your on patrol within Omega-52, you see a civilian vessel hauling H-Fuel through our home system, how do you react?" he asked calmly, almost as if he never shot the female applicant in the first place.
Angie looked at the newcomer, gesturing at Viatcheslav. The machine tightened its stance, raising the massive Kalashnikov mark I it held for a standard weapon. Angie spoke to him. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Alexandra, very suprised, fell to the ground. In a matter of few seconds, she was back on her feet. The wound was bleeding, but she ignored it. She was back in shape like nothing ever happened.
She looked at the commisar. She didn't say anything.
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