SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Omi]

Meiling scrambled out of her seat in a nervous hurry.
"Ni hao," she responded hastily, stuffing her papers back into her pocket. She had been expecting a burly commissar, dragging the bloody corpse of failed applicant and brandishing a smoking revolver, to come and collect her. The smiling officer in front of her looked decidedly less unnerving, although the mangled and incinerated folder she was carrying was a little less reassuring. Meiling swore it was glowing a little.
"Lead the way," she offered, trying to put herself at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Not being collected by a seven-foot scowling avatar of the Coalition's will with a scary face and even scarier gun was a good start, Meiling reckoned. Maybe the stories whispered about the Fighter Corps' recruitment were exaggerated just a little.

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