After suffering though the...Somewhat disturbing speech Chekov gave a small 'hrn' He folded his hands across each-other on the table-top, giving a dry glance at the man, even when he was at the point of near-shouting near the end as he looked at his watch, his reply was as dry as the look he gave the man earlier as he waited for Chekov's reply.
"Pretty little speech."He starts off before leaning slightly across the table, maintaining eye contact as he spoke on in that dry and almost uncaring tone of his."However few in the Coalition are dazzled by pretty words that one might consider poetry, poetry does not help a man feed himself nor does it protect him from the stun-baton of a cop beating down a man merely because he bumped into the cop accidentally. We believe in actions rather than mere words. Without resorting to poetry tell me, are you willing to put your life into the hands of the Revolutionary Army, to go where ordered and to ensure that our People's Republic's beliefs are spread beyond it's home?"He pushes, his eyes hardening coldly as he stared down the man across from him.
