After Marcia docked the small civilian ship, she bought from the money she had left after selling her Centurion, in the Trotskys docking bay, where she realized a group of pilots talking into one a corner. She walked over to them to ask them for the way to the recruiting office and one of them explained it to her as well as he could.
After following his description she arrived at the office where an older woman already waited for her to sit down. "Hola, my name is Marcia Vargas, a former Corsair. Two of your pilots, Ethan Scott and... Rhade, Aloysius Rhade, was the other one, told me that I should go here if I would want to change my life. And well... I want to change it."
The other woman nodded and gave a form to Marcia. "Please fill it out." was all she said. As soon as Marcia was given a pen she started.
Quote:Name: Marica Vargas
Age: 24
Birthday: 24.10.794 A.S.
Place of birth: Planet Crete
Parents: Diego and Elena Vargas
Previous occupations: -Surviving
Once she finished the form, the woman told her to sit down on a chair outside of the office. The women gave her a copy of the form for the Commissar and wished her much luck as she moved out of the office to sit down next to the other applicants.
Chun had completed the application form. It had taken him a long time, he lacked on his reading and writing skills and hoped that the recruitment officer could read his writing. He gulped as he saw the look from the desk and was motioned to sit again. Regaining his composure, he sat bolt upright and transfixed his gaze on the emblem of the Coalition. He allowed his mind to wander, he was so close now. Glory could be his, if only he could survive.
Mendel stared levelly at her, "So tell me all about our glorious revolution while I examine the completed question packets... try not to bore me... I get... narcoleptic when people try to bore me, and I assure you, if I fall asleep... Boris over there," he pointed to the burly Marine in the corner with a shotgun. "He has orders to wake me up by blowing your head off your shoulders... do we understand each other?"
Mendel stood up, walking out of the office holding the papers.
"Chun...Chang... Chin chong whatzit... you... go to the flight deck and report to Colonel Rhade... you're now a Junior Lieutenant in the Fighter Corps... I will, of course, say nasty words over your corpse at your funeral... now get out of my office..." He turned. "Vilen Helbrecht... Jesus your name sounds like an STD my ex wife had... Get down to the flight deck as well... and so help me if I catch you in bed with my wife... I will shoot you!"
He pointed, "Next... while this muppet in here tries to figure out what the English language is..."
''Yes, comrade commisar. The goal of international Revolution is to establish communist state over whole Sirius, destroying any counter-revolutionary opposition that may happen. Such united nation will have extremely strong economy and ideology, defending its citizens and enforcing common equality within folk, feeding hungry ones, curing wounded ones and trying to extend quality of life for everyone.
In the history, communis was represented by many famous people... Starting with Sol politicians, such as Karl Marx, L. Trotzky, Vladimir Lenin, Josef Stalin, Khrushev, Raul Castro, Fidel Castro, Hu Jintao, Li Changchun and up to Ben Warner, Stanislav Rokkosovky and Alvin Katz, our current glorious Premier.
Historically, we're meeting counter-revolutionary resistance all the time, and unfortunately counter-Revolution can't be fought with words - that's why military exists, and that's one of reasons why I'm here...''
Mendel paused, and laughed... "Can't be fought with words? Do you know who Katz is? I think you need to go to Ontario and stand in the Hockey Rink on the station, and look at the blood that remains there... From where the Premier stood and fought, with words, against guns, and violence... and he won!"
He pointed to the door, "Don't return until you have made this pilgrimage!"
The Commissar, wished he were drinking something stronger than weak sludge coffee, shrugged as Resnov gave his answer.
He then shot him in the kneecap with his pistol as he lifted it again to train on the smelly Miner.
He didn't pause to take in the look on the man's face as it contorted with pain.
"You, Moron! What do you think this is, a social club? Were you lost on your way to the Spa and decided to come and take up some of my valuable time with your snivelling drivel?!"
He turned to yell out of the doors at Alicia who was cowering behind her desk.
"Seriously, where do you find these people!?"
He suppressed a scream of rage as he holstered one of his two pistols and took a deep drink from his coffee cup.
'So you can start by telling me what the true nature of Coalition Communism is, starting with the Social Credit and moving on'¦ to say the purpose of the Ministry of Plenty'¦ get started, or learn to breath through the holes I drill in your chest...'
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