As a Storm lands in the Trotsky's hanger deck, a small group of men and women in grey coveralls were escorted off by a squad of Coalition Marines, they were volunteer pilots from Volgograd and JiangXi, hoping to prove their worth to be chosen to fly and fight for the Coalition's Militia, however one of them was separated from the rest and escorted through the bowels of the ship by a pair of marines, heading towards the Fighter Corps recruitment deck. He had short black hair, he stood at 5' 11", his overall figure was moderately muscular, while not good enough for the Marine Corps, it was 'passable' for those wanting to be able to fly for the Fighter Corps and yet still be of use on the ground. His arms had several old scars, likely due to working in a factory on Volgograd, making munitions for the men and women of the Military and Militia so they may continue the struggle yet another day.
As they entered the Recruitment Deck, one of the marines escorting him shoved him harshly into a seat and sneered at him slightly while the other took his folder to Alicia the secretary to be processed, the name was briefly seen on the cover as the marine handed it off to the lovely secretary.
Tabakov ,Nikita
As the young man waited he rubbed his eyes before staring around, his eyes were dark brown and at the moment focused on the Secretary as she sent off the file, likely to one of the recruitment officers. Nikita calmly and carefully tightened the laces on his boots under the watchful eye of the marine across the hall from him who clutched his AK tightly, as if expecting to drill a hole into one of the recruits at a seconds notice. listening to a pair of marines further down the hall chatting with eachother.
"So I heard we got a new batch of recruits for the Militia, what's the look of em?"the first one asked, he was slightly taller than the second one but less built as the other marine chuckled softly.
"Looks like most of them were Factory Workers from Volgograd, odds are those poor bastards will not live to see the end of the month by how green they looked to me."the second one commented with a grin on his face, the taller one nodded as he tucked his AK under his arm as he made sure his armour was secured properly.
"I heard that one of them had the balls to actually apply for the Fighter Corps! That poor bastard is likely to be pummeled or shot by the end of his appointment."was all he heard before the second one looked right over at him, nudging his companion to shut up as they continued to stand guard....Nikita sighed, well that did alot for making him feel secure...
