he Man walked into the room Late twenties early thirties, 6'4" and Slick black hair and eyes that seemed to show a Dark Presence in his heart, thin but under his skin well toned muscles rippled the skin.He walked in and sat down knowing that what he was about to do would betray his Entire Nation and he would never return but he didn't care they had betrayed Him. His name Nikolai Volkrov, as he sat down in a Hard backed chair in the recruiters Office he looked around and the Numerous Coalition emblems and wondered Why had his ancestors fought this? As he waited he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked it over it was a letter from the woman he loved her ship destroyed before his eyes by the Rhineland Government for "being a traitor" as he sat there and looked no tears Came, Tears were for the weak and if at any point in his life he had been weak He would not have been here he killed in cold blood killed every one from women and children to the elderly but only because of orders Never because he wanted to but now he wanted to he wanted his revenge on the Houses of Sirius and this new Gallic threat he wasn't even going to think about till they threatened his Hopeful new home in Omega 52 he folded the piece of paper back up and stuck it in his boot leaned back a little and waited for the Recruitment Officer.
