Xeno Alliance Recruitment (iRP) ***OLD***

[Dusty Lens]

David rubbed tired eyes as he pushed aside stacks of requisition forms searching for his wayward mug of tea. The Barrow's blend was potent enough to be sought by smell alone, if only it weren't hiding amongst the thick stacks of recycled paper covered in homegrown ink. The heavy array of smells lent the room a organic quality that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Mr. Chambers, got a live one for you" The black speaker box sitting astride a pneumatic tube squaked, breaking him from his revere. "The folks up top want your boys to take a look at him, maybe make him or break him. Or just break him."

With that a small package shot through the tube, bearing the recruit's transcript, wearily he spit on his reading glasses and gave them a quick polish afor begining on what he believed to be yet another transfer request. Moments later the transfer request was splashed with tea fired in a burst of laughter.

Ah ho ho! A Junker! Looking for an ease of life amongst the Xenos? Haha, yes, every day is a picnic and holiday amongst our blessed ranks!

Grabbing his pen he scrawled "I give him five days 'afor he gets himself shivved in the chow hall, place your bets below!" on the application and marked it to be sent to the Serpentis ready room before placing it back in the tube.

Oh Sam Willis my friend, you may just end up finding that a few harsh words is better than the life you've chosen for yourself!

Chuckling David returned to his mounds of paperwork, a grim smile playing across his face.