Ronon was pushed out onto the alleyway. He stormed out of the alley, seeming furious. He rammed another person moving down the alley in the opposite direction. This person had a sense of care in his eyes, he didn't bother reacting to the push, just carried on walking down the alley and into the Coalition recruitment centre.
'I'm here to buy a Dark Green Griffin, and it's 5.46pm.' The man had no time to waste, he knew that people can track you wherever you go. The receptionist had an honest look of temporary suprise on his face. Nobody had walked in and done that before, never been so blunt about it. Finally the look of shock died, and he returned to business.
'Ah, another possible recruit to the cause. Hopefully your not like that Ronon Dex character that just stormed out, did you see him?'
'Yes, he was in a fury and rammed me. Still, it doesn't matter, i know he was denied for a reason, hopefully one that won't affect me in my application.'
'Currently our recruiters are busy with other clients, it will be at least another hour and a half before any recruiters can see you. You can sit down and read some of our "brilliant" magazine selections.' The man sat down in one of the best chairs he could find, and made sure he was facing the door out, just in case. "Never fret about what you can't control." he thought, as he entered a state of sleep, but always with his eyes open, aware, ready to move out at a moments notice.
His state of rest was interupted two hours later by the receptionist.
'The recruiter is ready to see you. Sorry about the extra wait.'
'No problem, I could stay in that chair all day.' the man chuckles, pushes the chair back into it's original place, and continued to the door the receptionist had indicated. He entered, and saw the peeling grey wallpaper, desk and chairs, stationary and a computer, and another man in the chair further away from him.
'Greetings, please take a seat.' the man sat down in the other chair, making himself comfortable. 'Why do you want to join the Coalition? No offence, but you don't look in the top most condition.'
'Although my body is not in top physical condition, my mind is the best around.'
'Very well, we shall see. Turn around;' the man did as told, 'describe what i'm wearing.'
'Normal suit, composed of black trousers, a white T-shirt, a black blazer, and a black and white tie, striped. The suit looks not to old but not to new, seems worn and comfortable. The Coalition insignia is placed on both shoulders. I would estimate your age at at least 45, experianced in combat and recruiting.'
'Very good, turn back to face me.' The man did as told. 'What's your name?'
'My name is Yaroslav Aleksandrov Ivanov, but I normally leave out my middle name, so I would put down Yaroslav Ivanov.'
'K, here is an application sheet, get busy.'
Quote:Name: Yaroslav Ivanov
Age: 27
Height: 5 foot 10"
Weight: 130 pounds
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Background Information:
Born in Bretonia, there is not much to say about me. My family were hard workers, my father, a pilot of a Crusader in the Armed Forces, my mother, an aerobics teacher. They brought in money, we lived in the lower middle class state. More specifically, i was born on Cambridge. My father protected several convoys of alien organisms and artifacts coming in from recent heists against the Corsairs. Again, not much to say about myself until I followed under the footsteps of my father, and joined the Armed Forces. This is the reason I want to join your cause...
I was on patrol on the surface of the planet, learning about a possible cardamine smuggling operation of the Outcasts. More than one officer was to suspicious, so they sent me in alone. I rounded a corner to my <strike>le</strike> right, and quickly turned back, almost being spotted by the pale faced Outcast. He was quite far away, but might still be able to see me if i poked to much of myself around the corner. I retreated, hoping to see who he was talking to. I managed to move onto the other side of them, seeing the other mans face. I rounded the building, and was soon positioned at the other side of the warehouse (i forgot to mention, they were talking outside of a warehouse, currently open). Sweat ran down my face as I risked a glance around the corner, and found my Commanding Officer! I managed to hear some of what they were saying, but it was only the end of the arrangement.
'...So were agreed, you will make sure no patrols stop my smuggling to this planet, and you get 10% of the profit that i get selling the Cardi.'
'Agreed, i can always be abit richer.' And greedier I thought.
'I don't want this shipment getting blown out of the sky, i'll be heading from behind the planet, going for a straight on dock with the mooring fixture. I'll have some shuttle pilots bribed so they won't blab about the shipment there carrying.'
'I'll position the patrols away from the mooring fixture, giving you enough time to dock with it.'
'Excellent, were in agreement then?'
They shook hands and left.
The next day he ordered the patrols to move 5k away from the mooring fixture. I saw the transport moving in and made a split second decision. In my Templar (recent upgrade to the Crusader, thank god they made one), i made a run at the transport, and fired. The Outcasts screams were heard over the comms as the ship exploded, the cargo and my life with it. The CO ordered everyone else to attack me, including my own father. I thought he wouldn't, but then i heard the incoming missile warning and saw his weapons fire behind me. I entered a trade lane quickly, and took off...
And thats it, after that i became a freelancer, i never really wanted to do anything there. I've been working against lawfuls ever since, i know they are all corrupt, all wanting power and fame, well they will get an execution hopefully. I said to the recruiter here "My physical body may not be good, but my mind is the best", that part is true. I have a social disability known as Aspergers, i don't want to go into detail but i'm sure you can look it up.
Thats it, it might not be a suitable reason for you, but it is for me. The corrupt governments need to be stopped, that deal was one of many. This is the real hope for the future of the human race.
Yaroslav finished the application, and the recruiter took the paper in and filed it under "recruits".
'Thank you for your interest, you may go.'
Yaroslav left through the door he came in. The light temporarily blinded him as he stepped into the sunlight, but his eyes soon adjusted and he was once again looking at the busy streets.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
