Anette Patrick opened the door to the office of the staff of recruitment.
Doing paperwork? Were they serious? And 'oh my god' there was a lot of paperwork begging for attention.
'Well' she thought, 'let's do this then'.
"No more synth meat before the work is done", the Boss said.
And everything she could ever thought of was.. well, synth meat.
So, left with no choice, she started reading.
Good. Let's make this as quick as a shut eye. I don't want to miss dinner.
Mr. Venoron. Never heard that name.
Your Application has been accepted. Welcome to the Xeno Alliance. You might aswell read the attached document and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data, as soon as possible.
Mr. eh.. "Pride".. A Codename.. but of course. What else.
Your Application has been accepted. Welcome to the Xeno Alliance.
You might also read the attached document and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data, aswell.
Mr. McCalebb. Oh lord, finally a name i can spell without breaking my tongue.
Your Application got accepted. Please make SURE that you really want to make such a step. Leaving your Job, an ensured income and a healthy life is a giant move you should think about again.
I'll send you our common documents unless you won't change your mind. Please read them and send me your S.K.Y.P.E protocol data as soon as possible.
Mr. OH SURPRISE another codename. Mister Greed *raises an eyebrow*
Let me get this straight Mister. Your application has been granted, but be sure you will be monitored continuously.
The Xenos Alliance is not meant to be a habitat for pirates and criminals. Although i know about your fighting and piloting skills, be sure that we will watch every single move. And let me get this straight. You break our rules and/or our trust in you, you will have seen Space for the last time.
[font=Fixedsys]The last words i will say today, are for everyone in this channel. You guys are from now on Trials. You may name it Trainees, Rookies or whatever you like to. We had and still have concerns about every single application. You all will be monitored and if we don't lose our concerns about you and your actions, you'll be kicked out again.
This is all gentlemen. The Battle of Ouray will begin soon, and i want to be first in line. If i miss my synth meat, because of this paperwork i'll kill someone.
So what's this. Error? ERROR? ARE YOU SCRAPPY PIECE OF A COMPUTER KIDDING ME?
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