Alicia stood up, noting the blood, the mess and the gore, shaking her head at it all.
This round of interviews had been especially rough. Seven dead, others rejected... It had truly seemed as though all the Crazy people had picked this particular day to show up.
She walked around her desk, shrugging on her great coat and smiling at the Commissar-Commander tiredly.
"That seems to be it for now. There are a couple still filling in paperwork, but there appears to be no more applicants."
She glanced at the orange jump suited technicians who were standing ready to repair the damage and cart out the various carcasses that were left behind.
They would be spaced, as was typical of various forms of rubbish from the ship.
The Trotsky was already returning to the jump hole, and back to Omega-52, its mission complete for another day.
As everyone filed out of the rooms, she turned out the lights, pulling keys to lock the doors and setting the automated sign on the door.
Those applicants with paperwork would get their replies. But as for anyone else looking to join the Coalition:
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