There was another zip followed by a thud and muffled curse as second bolt pinned second foot to floor.
"Incorrect. That would be definition of what we do and who we are, but that is not what coalition is. Coalition is an ideal and a goal of greater purpose. Now be observant, or il be forced to clean all five of the bolts." - said Bjorn with resigning sigh.
"Lets cut the chase, shall we?" - he said, taking out some sort of remote device, pressing one of several buttons on it. From sides of the table, two small portable plasma turrets emerged, and set their barrels on applicant.
"Last part. Tell me why would I admit an cowardly, traitorous, arrogant scum into any of our ships? You may begin, and if you fail to explain it to me, this pair of micro Firekisses will have to be used." - he finished with a smirk, and pulled out some sort of paper wrapped fast food from one of drawers and started eating slowly, looking applicant into the eyes.
