SCRA Recruitment Centre

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"Niet, comrade, I think you'd be good sticking around, you're good at this nonsense, eh?" responded the Commissar-Captain, lightening up a touch.

"Also, the way I see it is that I have to polish my boots every day anyway, right? So... it doesn't matter if I get the brains of utter idiots on them, since they've already got cleaning scheduled.

A sword... well, that's just more work, heheh. Cleaning that will cut into the time I spent grilling these sorry excuses for human beings..."

Again, he pointed at the recruits, this time the live ones. He was angry again, of course.

"I mean, really, who found these guys, and where? Are they the parish of the local Bretonian church? They're like charity workers!"

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