SCRA Recruitment Centre

[mtjsmith]

Alica stepped out from behind her desk. Unlike the recruits, she had been fully protected. She shouted down the hall.

"Commissar Kurkov, we still have one breathing"

"I'll have to put off that Chicken Salad then. I do hope Mendal hurries up with that last recruit or the whole damn ship will have eaten before we have."

He headed back to where the recruit was laying, in a puddle of his own blood - still apparently breathing.

"Recruitment denied."

*CLICK*, BANG, *CLICK*, BANG, *CLICK*, BANG

Vladimir riddled the recruit full of holes from the shotgun, blowing off both arms, legs and the boys head.

"Fetch one of those Kusari Trashcompacters."

Alica produced one which was handedly built into the wall. The remains of the recruit were crushed into a small cube and ejected into space.

"Seal the door and switch off the transmitter. That's enough. Ooh. My stomachs rumbling."

The only noise left in the waiting area was that of the Commissars belly rumbling.

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