The Commisar stopped pacing, looking at the applicant.
"hmm" he muttered to himself.
"You say what makes the Coalition different is some people's desire to kill? Comrade, that is utterly ridiculous. Every pilot and every citizen of the Coalition fight for a goal, remember we are not Bounty Hunters or bloodthirsty freaks."
Vorshevsky motioned to the guards.
"I am sorry comrade, but you are just not set out to be a pilot in the Coalition Fighter Corps. If you truly want to do your duty, you can find your place in many other different positions. Be a propoganda agent, work as a laborour in the shipyard. There are many ways to serve the glorious Coalition."
The guards moved forward, grabbed Lev, and escorted him out of the room. The Commisar breathed a sigh and sat down behind the table, waiting for the next person who think they are worthy enough to join the Coalition Fleet.
"Next!"
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution