Oh joy...He got an idealist...They tended to be cannon fodder nowadays in New Beijing, or Omega-55 in Sirian Standard. Still he would do his job and screen the nugget, wouldn't do to let in some muppet who would simply get the more competent soldiers killed in the field because they thought a Corsair was not hostile and should be 'hugged' rather than shot down. Nonetheless the muppet was waiting for him to reply to her. He would have to phrase this in small words as he suspected this muppet was...Slow.
"There is no glory in death, you want glory survive and hit the enemy right where it hurts."He rebuked with a dull stare."In any event, I suggest leaving such talk at the door, we don't have the numbers to throw away in the face of the Houses and everything else that wants to kill us. You want to be of use to the Republic? Fight with guile and on our terms, never let the enemy dictate the battle." the man lectured, he has obviously had THIS conversation before many times.
"However, I think we might make you less worthless than you already are through a vigorous training program...And alot of pain."He suddenly grins sharply, almost 'shark-like' which would send most nuggets fleeing to the nearest corner in terror at what is to come..."So...Think you can handle it...Or are you nothing more than a pathetic little corporate lapdog?"He taunted, trying to provoke a reaction out of her.
