SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Omi]

The Motherland needs these informations, and you will obtain them from Mister Hans. How you will acquire them, is your choice."

The Lieutenant returned to her desk, grabbing a pen as she sat, as she began observing the applicant and each of her movements.

Meiling hesitated briefly, torn. The Coalition did not harm the working man, that was a core tenet of the things she had been brought up to believe. The figure on the floor in front of her certainly didn't look much like an enemy combatant. He looked more scared than anything else, really.
Then again... the slave trade. Profiting off the misery of others. It was difficult to think of a more vile line of work. If the interviewer was truthful and this man really had been involved in the slave trade...
It took a second or two, but Meiling slowly picked up the shotgun, weighing it in her hands. It felt heavy and unfamiliar, and she handled it gingerly, as if it might go off of its own accord. It was probably obvious she wasn't awfully familiar with weaponry.
Carefully, she levelled the shotgun at the unfortunate man, trying her best to hold it steady. The slave trade. Telling herself that made it a little easier. A slaver deserved nothing but contempt. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again just as quickly. She didn't have a clue what to demand from him. Meiling glanced at the officer for help.
"I- that is, what do you- I mean, what does the Revolution need to know? What should I ask him?"

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