SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Tenacity]

... Coalition Military Factory, Zvezdny Gorodok, Omega 52 System ...

Dmitri Brezhnev stood at a control console in the military shipyards on Zvezdny Gorodok, just one part to the factory line that generated a continuous supply of vessels for the Coalition. It was a simple job, not demanding physically or mentally, and certainly not living up to the excitement of his previous occupation... but the people of the Coalition all did their part, regardless of how boring it was. He hit the button on the console again as a new sheet of durasteel loaded into the mold in front of his console, pressing the panel into the shape of a Partisan wing under thousands of pounds of pressure.

With the noise of the factory, he didnt hear the man approaching him from behind, and spun around ready to fight when he was startled by a tap on his shoulder. Old training doesnt fade easily, but he showed enough self restraint to prevent breaking the man's arm.

"Dmitri! Relax, comrade, it is only me! Haha, you still have the touch, dont you?" The man was Vasily Tupolev, his partner from former work, and the one who had gotten him this job after Dmitri quit.

Dmitri sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Dont scare me like that Vasily, I could have killed you!" He shifted his attention back to the mold, hitting another button to move the wing down the line and load another panel in.

Vasiliy smiled, "Dmitri, this is my last day working here... I want you to meet me at the bar by the docks, after work, ok?"

Dmitri nodded, "Da, I could use a drink, I'll be there in an hour."

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... People's Tavern, Zvezdny Gorodok, Omega 52 System ...

Dmitri approached Vasily at the bar, taking a seat beside him and motioning at the the man behind the bar to bring him a bottle of Vodka. He rotated his stool to face Vasily, "So, Comrade... where are you off to? A new factory, politiks, retirement?"

Vasily shook his head as he took a drink, "No Dmitri, I have been chosen to work for our glorious Coalition Army! I am leaving tomorrow, to work as a mechanic on the Typhoon Severstal! Excellent news, da?"

Dmitri nodded with a smile and took a swig from the bottle, "Good news indeed, old friend! I wish you many victories, but dont get yourself killed out there, ya?"

Vasily chuckled, "You should join, Dmitri. They take care of everything for you, and with our experience and service the recruiters consider us valuable assets, you know."

Dmitri took another drink and nodded, somewhat absent-mindedly as he thought about the prospect, "You know, Vasily... I think I will, factory work just isnt for me, I want excitement again..."

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... Coalition Army Recruitment Office, Zvezdny Gorodok, Omega 52 System ...

Dmitri approached the door to the recruitment office, stopping momentarily as it swished open and allowed him entry. The recruiter, an aged man of significant rank, sat back with his feet propped up on his desk. He spoke in a low, bellowing tone, "Another potential pilot, or soldier, ya? Come right in! You can fill your application out at the terminal over there."

He pointed to a row of terminals along the side of the room. Dmitri sat down at the closest one and began to type in his information...

Applicant Name: Dmitri Brezhnev
Applicant Age: 29 Years
Applicant Birthplace: Zvezdny Gorodok
Applicant Height: 5'11"
Applicant Weight: 160 Pounds
Applicant Hair Color: Brown
Applicant Eye Color: Brown

Previous Occupations:
Served seven years with the Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti, Committee for State Security

Current Occupation:
Factory Worker, Coalition Shipyard on Zvezdny Gorodok

Relevant Training at previous Occupations which may apply to service with the Coalition:
Light Arms Training, Insurgency and Counter-Insurgency Training, Secure Communications and Espionage Experience

He hit the submit button and waited as the terminal sent his information.

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