He scowled all so slightly at the last comment...Recommended recruits...He HATED dealing with recommended recruits...
"Well that was the most blown up load of Outcast manure I have ever heard...We do not simply fight to overthrow the Houses, we fight for our very survival, against those who would see our unified society destroyed and scattered to the four winds, we fight to unify with like-minded individuals in the Houses to make a shining new future for our peoples, if the Government stand in the way, then so be it." he lectured stiffly before leaning back all so slightly. His expression is highly unimpressed.
"If you are going to be a member of the Fighter Corps you will be representing our people and very ideals to the stage that is the Sirius Sector, recommendations don't mean squat to me unless they come from the people themselves, not just one man. Still...Perhaps you will prove me wrong...I have but one last question little Muppet." he gritted out before leaning up close, the other man could smell what the Commissar ate not more than an hour ago...A ham & cheese sandwich with diced onions...All-together not a nice smell..
"Do you have what it takes little Muppet?" he asked sharply. Waiting for an answer, his face not moving from it's position up close and personal.
