As they walked through the corridors of the ship, the applicants noticed that most of the crewmen of the Trotsky that saw them merely shook their heads, acouple had small smirks on their faces, as if they knew what would happen, but Ben didn't seem to notice or care as he kept walking through the corridors. Finally they reached their destination, a small section of corridor that was different than the rest, there were two Airlocks, one on either side.
Without warning Ben turned on them both, each hand launching a rapid-punch into their faces, comically causing them to stumble back, each with a bloody nose, without wasting a single second he grabbed Alexandra by the collar, shifting all his weight into a throw as he forced her into the Left Airlock before she had a chance to recover her wits and fight back, as he threw her to the ground he backed out of the Airlock and activated the control panel to the left of it, keying it to shut and lock but not to depressurize, turning to Ivan he lashed out who was recovering he ran at him at maximum speed, his boots echoing as they hit the deck plates.
As Ivan looked up towards Ben he was met with another fist to the face, decking the poor sod, Ben bent over with a savage grin, grabbed him by the back of his collar and drug him into the second airlock, dropping the bruised body on the floor and leaving the airlock, closing it like he did with the other one.
When both were finally secure Ben examined his fists, light tearing of the skin, but it wasn't anything he hadn't handled during his Terrorism days, wiping the blood onto his right pant leg of his uniform he spoke in a calm even manner, but loud enough for both slightly bruised and battered applicants to hear.
"Alright Maggots, this is the final round of our little game of life, i will ask you both a question, if you answer correctly you will not die, it matters not who speaks first, as long as you give the correct answer!" he shouted in a surprisingly calm manner considering the circumstances they were in.
"Now, answer me this, and pray to whatever deity you answer to you get it right; To the Coalition what does the Hispania represent?" He asked, ready to 'flush' either of them for a bad answer...
"Yeah i got what it takes not only to keep myself alive and outta the hair of your pilots, but i may even save one or two of them. And trust me im not gonna stop here, ill advance and become stronger than most of your pilots and possibly help lead them one day." Williamson stare him in the eye with a completely serious look.
"I will help the cause, and ill fight off anything that stands in its way." Williamson finished, just staring at the man.
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Alvarez eyed him, letting the applicant drop to the deck in a heap.
"Give him the damn questionnaire..." he stated. Marching back across the deck and recovering his automatic and his jacket. "And someone get a cleaning crew out here to get that pee off of the deck of my ship!"
He wasn't in a good mood... Not at all.
Checking the chamber of his .65, he jogged up the companionway, winding through the ship and heading back towards his CIC. Passing the two applicants currently in the airlock, and the rather grim looking Lt. Commander Warner.
"Letting them out for walkies, Comrade Warner?" Alvarez asked, rolling his eyes. "Carry on, just don't make too much of a mess on the hull..."
He sighed and pressed onwards. Keeping his pace till he returned to the office where Comrade Alicia was sitting behind her desk looking as radiant and Gothic-chique as ever.
"How did you know I would need a coffee?" He asked as she raised an eyebrow at him and waggled a cup.
"There's another one, over there, if you want to take him?" Alicia offered.
Alvarez turned, blowing on the top of his coffee, as he glanced at the recruit.
"You, come with me..." he marched out of the recruiting office and around to the CIC, stepping over broken glass and setting the mug down on the map table. He drew a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, glancing at the tactical data that was scrawling across his screens. Cadiz was a veritable nest of activity that would one day require exterminating...
"So," Alvarez said with a smile. "You wanna start by telling me, why you are here?"
Alvarez folded his arms and looked at his first officer, Lt. Borodin.
"Go and fetch me Gottfried, bring him in here as well." Alvarez ordered, sipping his coffee as Lt. Borodin hurried off, returning a moment later with Gottfried, making him stand at the other side of the CIC's situation table from the short Captain.
"So, you two want to join the Coalition?" Alvarez noisily slurped from his mug. "Right, first one out of the two of you to tell me, correctly the location of every jump hole from here in Omega 5, all the way to Omicron Gamma, gets a point..."
He sipped his coffee a little louder... "Trust me, you don't want to be the person with the least points in my little game, si Ragazzos?"
Katie glanced at the entered woman with shining blaster in holster.
And without words she followed Vicenta, frowning at her stealthily for harshness.
Katie was nervous enough - lights of the long corridors, through which they were moving, were blinding her eyes. She knew of that - and she knew it was temporary.
Her fingers toyed with the weapon sitting on the desk, rather apprehensively. "I was much like you. Working for the thrill, not the money. Not the ideals. I was a Rogue; a villainous one at that. I killed, maimed, and pillaged for the pure joy of it." The corners of her mouth turned up, almost fondly.
Her lips suddenly straightened, eyes flicking up to meet his. "But you know the Coalition does not only run guns. We do not hide things nor deliver just for the sake of the next 'high'. Normally I'd have shot you, but you fascinate me in a way. You remind me of me."
The machine tilted its head to the side quizzically, servos groaning. Angie ignored it, still focusing on him. "Why now? Why us?"
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Being punched and shot and pushed into the airlock is not a new thing to Alexandra. She has been in many life threatening situations. She doesn't fear death.
She welcomes it.
Knowing these words might be her last, Alexandra decided not to try anything spicy. She just told what she knew.
''As I heard some interesting rumors, I didn't believe they were real. I heard that the Coalition, back in Sol, knew for years about the Alliance building sleeper ships. Coalition spies infiltrated some of these ships. I heard the ships with the largest presence of spies was the Hispania, and after her Rheinland. Long story short, it's rumored that Coalition spies sabotaged the Hispania on its route to Sirius, which made it unable to get contact with the other houses. For us...it represents succes.''
Alexandra gazed at the commisar, eager to see his reply.
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Ivan, get's thrown into the airlock, his hand over his face, a slight smile crossing his lips as Warner asked his question...
"Hispania represents success..
Out ancestors sabotaged the vessel and also made it possible for us to be here, here in Sirius, continuing what they had started.."
Looks himself in the glass of the glass in the Airlock door, to see if his nose where twisted, as the pain had numbed his face, he needed a visual confirmation.
Then he looked at Warner again, smiling, while holding his nose.
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