Mikhail Ivanov enters the office of the commisar looking confident in himself and looking at the commisar, standing next to his office he say to him:
Good day comrade commisar, I am here to get in the coalition army, of course, if you let me to introduce myself.
The Trotsky sat in orbit of Boa Vista Station in Omega-50, daring all those brave enough to come aboard and test their luck.
Omega-50 served as a good platform; quiet, desolate, and most always peaceful, though that could change in a moment's notice. Vladimir was grateful that Rhade was no longer in command of the ship. Having moved onto the Trotsky II, there would be little in the way of overzealous commandeering delaying or unnecessarily speeding up the recruitment process. It was still outrageous to consider that Rhade was prancing about with a prototype, who would give a man with biceps bigger than his head such precious hardware? Vladimir took all this in from the comfort of his chair, the door to his interviewing office hanging open, it was the only one open currently.
Alicia sat at her desk as always, having already prepared the coffee; black to Kurkov's taste. She had also placed pamphlets as instructed, on each of the seats within the lobby. Alicia had now quietly resigned herself to her desk, assuming that recruits would be smart enough to find their way into the Commissar's office, after all there was only one door to choose from. Simply wait for your name to be called and have your fate be decided.
A mid aged man docked with a starflyer on the Trotsky. He walked to the Alicia desk and took a number and a pamphlet. He nodded in gratitude and went to the office door and he stand's right next to the door waiting for his name Peter.Scott to be call out.
Alicia watched as the applicant took his place by Vladimir's door rather than taking a seat, not that there was a line for him to wait in.
"You can go in, Mister Scott. You happen to be the first to arrive." She spoke dryly, as if she were bored out of her mind, despite the fact, a sly smile spread across her lips.
Meanwhile inside his office, Vladimir could tell the first recruit was coming by the way the guard at the door had stiffened up. It always annoyed him when someone put on a show when they actually had to do their job, instead of being professional from the start.
Vladimir inspected the potential recruit with blatant disinterest, there was nothing that made this one seem especially useful or worthless, but all things said; looks can be deceiving.
"Commissar Kurkov," Vladimir said curt, introducing himself.
Vladimir gave way to a brief chuckle, though his question was a serious one.
"The fighter corps of the Coalition is not for the faint of heart. Many before you have made their pledge and died in the process, or shortly thereafter. What makes you think that you are any better? That you have what it takes to stand out from those who want the same as you? Why are you going to live to see tomorrow and leave here as a member of the Coalition's Fighter Corps?" Vladimir lowered his gaze, looking at the drawer under his desk.
Peter heard the questions that the Commissar asked. Indeed they are difficult ones but Peter didn't want to lie or be someone he is not or can't be.
"Well Commissar What makes me think that I am better then those men and woman you just mentioned. Nothing I am as a person as they but I will do my best not to make their mistakes.
And what I have to stand out then the other people that want to be in the Coalition Fighter Corps I don't know commissar I came here to find myself and finally find something worth fighting for and living for I know only from what other pilots say that people who are part of the Coalition really and truly find the goal to fight and die for.
Why am I going live to see tomorrow I don't know I think that's you to decide the very moment I entered this office. And leaving here as a member of the Coalition's fighter corps and leaving alive to see another day I will consider it a gift. Maybe I should walk from here alive and a member of the coalition's fighter wing because I don't take thing for granted or like they are some sort of thing that you just receive.
No for me its about what you earn and if I earn this I will treat it with respect and the honor that it deserves. Maybe that's what stands me off from the other people that want to be part of the Coalition's fighter corps."
He looked at the commissar waiting to see his response. But it wont matter how the commissar will react he knew that his words where his own.
Vladimir gave a halfhearted nod of his head, Scott wasn't using some useless tall-tale to save himself or oversell his worth, that was a step in the right direction, but Vladimir made no visual acknowledgement of this fact.
"With that in mind, what makes you think this is the place for you to be?" He asked continuing the questioning.
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