"The Red Hessian Army won't know what happens here...Good night Princess." he stated calmly.
Without wasting a second he turned the pistol to 'Mr Princess' and a single gunshot rung out, a spray of blood, the falling of a body, small pieces of skull fragments accompanying the blood on it's journey towards the metal plating of the floor.
A small grin formed on his face, satisfied with the kill-shot downed the man easily, when the corpse fell to the floor Ben shouted "Cleanup in Office Two!", a moment later a pair of marines walked in, sneering at both the surviving applicants before dragging the corpse out of the office, a trail of blood following it...
"The Choice is made, now you must live with his death, moving on." he stated, lowering the pistol once more before continuing on.
"Now, for the questionable lady, three ships meet in deep space, a Insurgent of the Coalition, a Sabre of the Outcasts and a Titan of the Corsairs, which one is a greater threat?" he posed.
