SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Sergei Gohel

The man just stood there, not saying a word. After a couple minutes of waiting, Emil went back to his work. He watched the man out of the corner of his eye as he continued with his paperwork. Safe in the knowledge the two Marine guards in the room would not let anything happen to him, Andreyev relaxed and rocked back in the chair.

"If you're not going to say anything son, then when I do get back to business, be a good boy and wait in the corner."

Alexandra Volkova

One of the main reasons to question the young recruits is to see if they follow the directions given them. If they cannot figure out the question, they cannot be trusted with the decisions a Coalition Fighter Corps pilot must make all the time.

Leaning back in his chair, Andreyev closed his eyes for a moment. I remember simpler times, when the Fighter Corps just threw men at the enemy in waves. But that was too costly for the Coalition. Now, we have to scrutinize every potential recruit. Emil sighed as he remembered days past.

Next thing he knew, Emil heard the door open again as Alexandra Volkova walked back into the office. Must have nodded off thought Emil as he sat up and watched the potential recruit walk to the desk. He watched Volkova glance at the man who'd moved to the corner of the room. "Well young lady, what is your response? And don't mind him...seems the cat has his tongue."

"When I came here I didn't expect easy life but I'm not faint of heart. I'm ready to give my life for Coalition if it is necessary."

"I can give you my experience with poor people for Coalition propaganda. I know what they want and for what and why they will follow you. After all I was one of them. Half of that people are whole life waiting for miracle which make their lives better. I think Coalition can be that thing at which they are waiting."

Emil watched Volkova for a few moments after she'd finished, clearly expecting more. When it didn't come, he sat back in his chair with a sigh. "Young lady, I did not ask you what you could give the Coalition. I will tell you the answer to that question if I feel you qualify."

His voice turning cold and threatening, Emil put his hands on his desk and lifted himself out of his chair. "What I did ask you was what you would be giving up. Perhaps I've misplaced my confidence in you? Would a bullet in your small brain possibly help connect a few synapses to aid you in answering my question?" He sat back down in his chair, and as he did, Emil visibly relaxed as he continued. "Go back outside and re-think your answer. And thank whatever god you wish that you have me as your Commissar. DISMISSED!"

Youri Aliabiev

Volkova scurried out of the room and almost ran into another recruit re-entering Andreyev's office. Emil watched Aliabiev jump out of the way, then make his way to stand before the desk.

"Lets see if you can do better Mr. Aliabiev", said Emil as he pulled Youri's paper back in front of him. "Youri, tell me who Aeon was and why he's...well...no longer a witness to the Red Dawn." Emil waited for Youri's answer.

"I'm not sure, but if i remember well, Aeon was a High chancellor and the first leader of the Coalition in sirius. Aeon tried to make an peace treaty with the Alliance. That's why Grand Admiral McIntosh have overturn him in a revolution, leaded by itself..."

A slight smile came across Emil's face, and he nodded as Youri finished his answer. Emil reached into his desk drawer and pulled out another packet. Second one today he thought as he held out the packet toward Youri. "Please fill this out completely and submit it to the proper channels. You will hear from us soon regarding your packet. Do not take this lightly, it is just as important as all other recruiting. You're dismissed Youri."

Mark Donovan

Emil watched Youri leave his office, and as the door opened, Mark Donovan walked back into the room. Curious at this Bretonian's answer to a question on Rheinland politics, Andreyev sat back while he listened to Donovan's response.

And he wasn't disappointed. This Bretonian seems to know a lot about Rheinland politics thought Emil as he studied the man's seemingly calm facade. I wonder how he knows so much. Is he a spy? As Donovan finished his thoughts on the Rheinland situation, Emil could see just now nervous the man was, and how much he tried to hide it. No, if this man were a spy, he'd be better trained. Just a nervous kid.

"Well Comrade Donovan, that was quite the eloquent speech. Wouldn't expect much less from a Bretonian I suppose." Emil reached into his desk again and pulled out yet another packet for the potential recruit to fill out. I'm going to need to get some more of these. Handing the packet to Donovan, Emil said "Fill this out and forward it to the proper channels. And when you're done, you'll have to tell me where you learned so much about Rheinland politics. Dismissed son."

Watching him walk out of the room, Emil couldn't shake the feeling something was off about Donovan. I just can't put my finger on it, but there's something not quite right. He leaned over and keyed a second switch on the intercom. "Please have an extensive background search done on a Mark Donovan. I'll send the paperwork over as soon as I'm done."

Mikhail Petrov

Sitting back at his desk, Emil glanced yet again at the man still in the corner. Very quiet that one. he thought as he watched the door open again. No rest for the weary in service to the Revolution. What's next. The man walking in looked like he'd just stepped out of a dustpile, with a dingy jacket, a hole in his pants, and scuffed shoes. Andreyev's eyebrows rose as the man attempted a hesitant salute, then proceeded to introduce himself.

Sir! Comrade... erm... my name is Mikhail Petrov, and I want to join the Coalition!

Emil just stared at the young man at this statement as he thought Of course you are. Why else would you be here.

I... I was told that the Coalition helps poor people! And fights against the capitalistic governments of Sirius! Thats what I want to do! I... I have some experience with flying also.

"I... suppose I should tell something about me... well... I am an orphan, 24 years old, I was raised on Freeport among Zoners, in a poor family. I managed to get a pilot license and do some escort work for Zoners... thats where I got a little experience with flying, did I tell you already I can fly?", [/color] Mikhail coughed silently and continued[color=#FFFFFF],"I have seen many places in Sirius, Rheinland fascists, capitalistic Liberty, imperialistic Bretonians and Kusarians. Wars between them serve no purpose... and... erm... it makes poor people suffer even more. I... I dont want those people have the same bad life as me you know."

As the man finished, Emil could see the the fellow was about to collapse in fright. "Sit down for a moment Petrov, if you will," said Andreyev as he gestured toward the Marines, "before you faint and I have to have these men carry you out."

The comment did not have the desired effect, as at the mention of the Marines, Petrov seemed even more anxious than before. Well, there is a reputation about the Commissar's office. "Zoners eh? Well, the Coalition had a long history with the Zoners. But the key word there is 'had' Mr. Petrov. I'd like you to keep in mind that you can never go back to those that raised you if you look to go through with this." Emil leaned forward at his desk, taking the measure of this man. "I'm sure we understand each other."

"Now. You said that you've travelled throughout Sirius escorting the Zoners. You've then no doubt been to Crete, or at least the Freeports surrounding Corsair space. The Corsairs, on the surface, are one of these people you spoke of. These...oh how did you put it...'poor suffering people' to paraphrase your words, seeming to need the Coalition's help as much as anyone. Can you tell me the Coalition's stance toward he Corsairs and, more importantly, why the Coalition feels that way? You may wait outside the door and come in when you are ready to answer. Dismissed."

If these pilots can't handle the stress of coming in to register, thought Emil, how do they expect to handle the rigors of combat. Fighter Corps is not an easy position. Emil once again looked at the man in the corner of the office, and then kept on about his business. The Revolution runs on paperwork sometimes.

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