SCRA Recruitment Centre

[mtjsmith]

Vladimir removed the shotgun from the recruits chin and hit it across the side of his head, knocking the recruit towards the door.

"I send hundreds of boys like you into battle. All with a point to prove, all with a story. All with a stupid grin on their face. You know what comes back? Parcels. Not fun ones from Stalin Claus, but ones containing your rubbish remains."

His stared at the recruit.

"I think you'll be designated "Crewman 6" by your fellow pilots. I doubt you'll last long in the food halls, let alone space. Especially when fatty out there goes to Dinner - He's likely to crush you as you both go get desert. Now, get out my sight."

He threw some papers at the recruit.

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