A young man of average stature, walked into the recruiting offices. His skin was darker, more pigmented than most people of sirius, clearly showing some heritage from Kusari in his bloodline. His eyes were a steady brown, with a look of clear focus. His demeanor, and cool, collected appearance remained evident. A long history of Martial Arts and hand to hand combat had conditioned him..
Unknown to most... White scars, years old already, lay on the bottoms of his booted feet. He had stepped too loudly in the house.... Lash marks across his back taught him patience and obediance to his superior... Many more adorned his chest and arms from the constant physical combat and dueling his trainers had put him through.
He glanced around the offices, noticing the coppery smell of dried blood, and the pungent aroma of fecal matter and urine, amongst the most horrific burning smell of some sort of meat. His eyes trailed slightly on the body being dragged out of the office, burnt beyond recognition...
He no longer allowed his senses to be tainted by the aura of intimidation permeating from each and every coalition member traversing the office. He set his mind on the task at hand, and the reason he came to this place. Remembering the pilots of the coalition he had seen throughout space during his time over the years.
He stood in front of the Main desk of the office. Looking calm and calculating, he spoke few, but meaningful words.
"My name is Tsukasa, I am here to serve."
He was sternly directed to take a seat and await his turn. Although, as he listened to the clear cat calls from fighting, and remembered the ravaged body burning... He began to think that it was possible, that he may more than likely, be awaiting an execution. Never the less, He closed his eyes, set his hands on his knees calmly, and sat comfortably upright. He would await his fate, one path leading to his servitude, the other his demise.