SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Montezuma/Kukulcan]

A dark figure marched down the corridor leading to the recruitment office, his footsteps were heavy and regular, akin to those you would witness on the parade ground. He reached the door to the recruitment office and paused, remembering what had been said about the officers that could likely wait on the other side of the door. After taking in one final deep breth, he knocked hard three times on the door and then began to open it.

He stepped inside the office and into an air of fear and anger, only sharpened by the strong smell of alcohol and cigar smoke that hung in the air. The man imidiatly bolted into a typical soldier's stance with his feet together, his arms straight at his sides and his helmit covered head facing stalwertly foreward against the overpowering smell in the room. He made a very brisk yet eager salute to the men in the room, who he knew from stories he had heard in the barracks could be some of the most brutal officers in the entire People's Armed Forces.

"SIR, Boris Medyenev, leutenant of the One Hundred and Seventh infantry platoon reporting for consideration for recruitment into the People's Space Force, SIR." He spoke in one breth, almost shouting as you might imagine a well drilled soldier would speak to an officer. He stood as though an iron rod had been welded to his spine, waiting for their replies, with little beads of sweat appearing on his forhead.

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