SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Dane Summers]

Rassid pounded a fist into the desk with all the pent up anger he had, the cracking of a knuckle was muted by the hollow thud of the resulting crater.

"I don't want a damn SPEECH!!"

The last word was bellowed, enough to rattle the wall hangings.

"Just talking and talking and talking, THATS ALL you DO! I asked you to Impress me, and you do the one thing I already said I'm sick of?! Who do you think your trying to be, a revolutionary hero, making speeches and leading men, and talking and talking and talking like some damned politician?!"

He picked up his coffee mug and hurled it with force at the recruit, aiming for the head. The cup glanced off his forehead to land on the metal decking and shatter.

"YOU ARE NOT ALVIN KATZ!! And as much as you think you may be the next Premier - YOU ARE NOT!"

Rassid let out three breaths, each seeming to let out the massive hulking size with which he seemed to have grown too. With the last, he sat down.

"The Coalition...may have a place for you. If you like talking so much, we can have you be a DJ on a radio station, eh? How do you like that? Or...we can put you in a freighter, and have you...disguised...and send you into enemy territory, and see if your cunning tongue can gain some recruits, eh? Since you like WORDS so damn much, I am sure we have jobs befitting such a wordsmith. A newspaper perhaps?! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?! HUH?! RUN A COALITION RAG FULL OF PATRIOTIC DRIVEL?!!"

"Answer me damn you, or I'm going to beat you within an inch of your pathetic life - If you talk so damn much, WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL?!!"

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