SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Omi]

A flood of relief washed over Meiling. So far, the experience was surprisingly normal. Name, place of birth, previous employment and experience. The only difference was that this particular interview was being conducted on board what was arguably the Coalition's most famous warship, but if she put that out of her head she could almost make the butterflies in her stomach go away. Almost.
"My name is Meiling Xue," she began, leaning forwards against the desk. "I was born in Volgograd City on, ah, the planet Volgograd. Quanzhao district."
Meiling let her gaze drift downwards towards the tabletop.
"I, ah, previously worked in one of the factories, programming the computers that manufacture spacecraft parts. That is the height of my previous employment. I, um, have no flight experience worth mentioning. Certainly nothing combat-related. I've done some flight training in a simulator, but most of my flight experience has been in-atmosphere."
She took a deep breath.
"Not that, um, I mean- I scored well on the simulator programmes I took. And I docked my shuttle here without autopilot. And I've heard about the quality of the Fighter Corps' training regime. I think- no, I really think I can do it. Fight, I mean. With the training."
Meiling took another deep breath. She was going off-track.
"As for why I am here, well... I have listened to the broadcasts long enough, you know? I feel I can be more than just a cog in the machine of the Revolution, that I can make a real difference, something that will last, rather than just helping craft wings and engine components day after day."
Briefly, she wondered if she was rambling, but as the lieutenant didn't seem to be interrupting her she plowed on. Speaking was less excruciatingly nerve-wracking than waiting for the response.
"I just- that is, I really think I can do this. I was born here, and I really believe in what we - the whole nation - are doing. Everyone working towards a common goal, ba?"
Meiling shut up then, realising that she really was rambling. She twisted her hands together nervously, awaiting the interviewing officer's response.

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