SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Jayce]

Jayce slowly walked back into the office. He eyed the applicant with the knife to her throat, deep in thought about something he had seen on a Corsair base. "Hrm..." he muttered under his breath. Nobody else in the room had heard him as he laid the finished papers and carbon-copies on the desk. He left the room, head held high, ready to face whatever was next.

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