Coalition Recruitment [Defunct]

[Reid]

A young woman walked into the recruitment office. She looked to be a native of JiangXi. Her jet black hair running down her gaunt face, stopping just above her shoulders. A skilled person could look passed her stoic expression and see an ocean of fear and uncertainty. However, the most noticeable feature of the newcomer was her clothing. She was wearing a very ill fitting flight suit, one tailored for a much taller pilot. Years of wear was evident from all angles. Dotting the uniform were patched holes, spots of thin threads, and insignias of the Fighter Corps. It was by no means a recent design, most likely one worn by pilots nearing the end of Premier Katz's leadership. But she seemed ignorant of her aged clothing. She walked up to the receptionist, softly exchanging pleasantries before being told to have a seat.