Coalition Recruitment

[Keller]

The application that had been wired to Krsnik's virtual HUD was an odd one at best. Though the course of action for this man was beyond clear upon entering the recruitment office, he'd ordered for Recruit Stoyanov to be a silent observer in the adjacent room, the events visible through a small glass window.

"It is far too late for any of the words coming out of your mouth to be taken seriously, Recruit Fedorov. Your parents have already been subject to the disease we fight on a sirius-wide battlefront, and it is more than likely to have been inherited by you. I will have no spies within my Coalition." Angered by Fedorov's attempt to back-answer him, Krsnik took a firm grip of his lower jaw and ripped it clean from his skull before using it much like a knuckle-duster to finish the job with brute force before unregulated blood loss got around to it.

The otherwise pristine white floors were now stained a murky red, coupled with bits of bone and teeth, before leaving the room Krsnik would scrape his boots against the ground to get some of the mess off of his feet, not wanting to dirty the rest of the building. Stoyanov would likely not be able to hold down his food after having been made to witness this, one of the officers appointed to the building would soon run in with a bottle of bleach, a mop and a bucket big enough to more or less fit a man inside of for disposal, this apparently hadn't been the first time a refusal of an application had turned drastically negative.

"Serve the Coalition until your dying breath." Would be the last thing Stoyanov heard from Krsnik before he departed.

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"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."