SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Razr]

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.