"Thank you Commissar, you have made the right choice, it will be an honour to serve the Coalition"
Stacy leaned over and read the papers. Satisfied she signed them, shot the Commissar a quick smile and turned to leave. At the door she gave him a quick courtesy and left the room.
She wandered back out past a small, pacing figure, looking rather lost, and towards her ship in the Hangar.
Within a matter of days, she expected to hear from the great SCRA. Within weeks she planned to be shooting down capitalists.