Scanners aboard the Typhoon class destroyer picked up what sensors took to be a Hessian Loki-class light fighter less than 1000 meters off the port side, lining up with the docking bay.
The recruit on duty blinked in disbelief at the signal, running several diagnostics on her systems. 'What's a Hessian doing all the way into Coronado?' she thought as the diagnostics came back all positive. 'Hessian vessel, this is the Coalition People's Warship Trotsky. Do you require assistance? You're a long way from home'
Inside the cockpit of the Loki, nicknamed 'Ullr', the pilot shook himself from the fitful doze he had been in. Autopilot had taken him across half of Sirius to get here, and all the while, he'd been trying to catch sleep when he could. An old combat trick.
'No assistance required Trotsky' he replied back. But I would like to dock, and be shown the Commissar's office.'
'That can be arranged comrade, please enter docking bay Two, berth 42 please. A Marine guard will be waiting to take you to the Commissar's Office.'
'Danke. Out.' The Loki maneuvered into position, and minutes later, he was taking off his flight helmet and shutting down the systems of the Hessian vessel. He looked about, and spotted the two Coalition Marine Guards that were his escort. Waving to the marines, he reached down and pulled out his duffle, containing what was left of his former life. Couple changes of clothes, an old flip-top lighter, my good luck charm, not that it's brought me much, and a picture of the old 371st. Not much for possessions in my 37 years..
The Marines, after making sure he carried no weapons, marched him through the bowels of the destroyer to the Commissar's office. In the waiting room were several others, so he spied an empty chair and placed his duffle on the chair, eyeing each of the other potentials in order. It's cliche, but youth really is wasted on the young, he thought as he turned to the waiting assistant behind the desk. He heard from behind the door leading into the back office the sounds of a conversation, mostly one-sided, and turned his attention to the enlisted behind the desk.
'Guten Tag. My name is Leutnant Markus Keller. The word 'leutnant' coming out of Markus' mouth sounded acidic and filled with remorse. I come to the Coalition because of a debt I owe my fallen brothers and sisters. And to fulfill a desire to free all the peoples from the despotic rule of both the Houses and the sell-swords plaguing this sector.
