Ethan's stomach growled again. It was complaining fairly frequently now. He figured it was about 13 hours since he ate his last ration pack before heading over to Coalition space. Restless and impatient, he heard another gunshot, and yet another yell calling for the next person to walk in.
Alright, screw it. If I don't get shot I'll starve to death.
He stood up, and adjusted his flight suit. His brown hair was looking a bit better, but still looked compacted from being suffocated by his flight helmet. The five o'clock shadow on his face had grown into visible stubble. It made the scar running down the left side of his chin even more noticeable. He pushed open the slightly shut door and made his way inside the office before closing it behind him
"Good afternoon," he paused for a bit before noticing his interviewer was a woman.
Well, at least there's women.
"My name is Ethan Scott. I've come here to join the Coalition, but I guess you already figured that out."
