Commissar de Grasse's recruitment office
Zvezdny Gorodok, New Moscow
The Commissar was in his office, working around some papers when a recruitment application was forwarded to him. Much to his surprise, it was completely blank, save for a name...Martin.L.Hansen...
He raised from his chair, straightened up a little, holstered his customized firearm and went in the nearby room, calling the person that forwarded the application he just read - so to say- and invited him into his office.
Upon closing the door, Michel stared in the face of the applicant, squaring him from top to bottom, and his normally calm demeanor switched in a zealous and righteous fury. What he hated the most was some tiny maggot wanna-be comrade wasting his precious time.
"Do you think this is a joke? That we are here losing our time reviewing the applications you maggots forward to us, hm? What's more - not even a piece of information about you! Hrmph..."
While speaking, he unholstered his handgun, contemplating its engravings with the symbol of the Coalition, then the Commissar pointed his eyes to the applicant.
"You are just a waste of time - MY TIME! The TIME I could have employed to rightfully serve THE PEOPLE! TIME that YOU made ME waste with YOUR BLANK APPLICATION, MAGGOT-BRAIN! CONSIDER YOURSELF REJECTED, MAGGOT - PERMANENTLY! FOR WASTING MY TIME AND THE TIME OF THE PEOPLE, YOU ARE SENTENCED TO DEATH!"
Without further ado, he pointed the gun at the applicant's forehead, piercing it with a well-placed shot. The body fell to the ground, with little to no blood around it. After holstering the handgun, the Commissar pushed a button located near the desk, and a trapdoor opened under the body, that fell into a tube that would eventually happen to throw it outside the station's airlocks, leaving it drifting and rotting in the void of space.
Sighing, he pushed the button again to close the trapdoor and sat at the desk again, waiting for the next application.
"I hope the next one will be less stupid that this one..."
