He had been given docking permission and landed his slightly tattered Eagle in one of the hangar bays. He made sure that it was attached to the supply lines and then headed for the recruitment office.
"Ivan Yegorov, thirty years of age, Im here for a conversation with the Commissar." He introduced himself to Alicia, the secretary.
She wrote down some lines and told him to wait until his name was called up.
"Thanks." With a respectful and affirmative nod towards Alicia he grabbed the pamphlet and queued into the fairly long line of young applicants. No doubt he was nervous, how couldn't he be? It was all or nothing now, the decision was made, it was the only way out for him. Surprised about his firm self-control, almost serenity, Ivan sat still, attempting to figure out what the Commissar would going to ask him.
