Commissar de Grasse's recruitment office
Zvezdny Gorodok, New Moscow
The Commissar was again in the recruitment office, overlooking the various papers and applications, when he saw a familiar name among the recent applications - Martin.L.Hansen. Upon reading more closely, he let a sigh go.
"Now I even have to waste time with a drone...hmpf, he'll receive the same answer of his 'predecessor'."
He raised up from his chair, straightened up his clothes, and called the drone inside the office. As soon as the door closed behind, the Commissar didn't waste time.
"I'll tell the same thing I told to your predecessor: your application is rejected permanently and you are a waste of my time and the time of the People. I could have used this time YOU made ME waste to SERVE the People, but no - I had to read through your stupid application. Do you expect me to believe you turned to the Coalition overnight, mon ami? Do you expect me to believe that you fully apporached our cause without even interacting with even one of our operatives?"
The Commissar started to laugh in an ironic matter, then turned serious as before.
"I can only see that you wish to join us because you want to pilot a Carrier. Well, you'll be disappointed - the glorious Tempest is awarded to those comrades who distingushed themselves on the field, and earned through sweat and blood the right to command one. Pity that you will NEVER approach to SET FOOT IN IT, EVER! BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A CAPITALIST TURNCOAT, AND I HATE WANNABE CAPITALIST TURNCOATS MORE THAN CAPITALISTS THEMSELVES!"
Sighing, he shot at the drone several times, as a means of relieving his rage. Five shots were heard, and these turned the drone into a heap of scrap. He pushed a nearby button to open the trapdoor, throwing the remains into space. Oddly enough, a passing ship just shred the remains to stardust.
After assisting at the scene, he sat on his chair once more...this time hoping to really get a decent application.
