The display turned dark after Weise shot down the the other side of the transmission stream. Stukov puffed again calmly.
A reaction like this had to be expected.
Stukov turned around and left the communication room of his ship. The dark green corridors appeared even darker and claustrophobic then ever before. The smouldering cigar in his hand he walked down to the cockpit of his ship.
If this is the only way to go on the path of justice, I'll have to do it.
After he fnished the input of the Coalition's recruitment office, he leaned back and watched the stars go by. Somehow his cigar tasted better then before.
Kirill, these are the last moments in which you are a slave to the oppressors and their filthy money! Soon I will be fighting with my brothers and sisters against this spectre, which is called capitalism.
He walked into the recruitment office and saw Weise sitting behind a giant desk. Before the Coalition commander reacted, he pulled out the guns, which were hiding on the sides of his torso, below the black uniform mantle. He hold both of them high into the air, emptied the munition and throwed the weapons to the ground.
Here I am, ready to serve the revolution. These weapons are made with the filthy money of the capitalists, I don't need them anymore.
Stukov crossed his arms behind the back and awaited the answer of Weise.
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