Mendel sighed, gesturing for the man to stop, taking a chair from the wall and setting it facing backwards. He straddled it, resting his arms on the back, setting his chin on that.
"Sit down, I am going to explain a few realities of the Coalition for you... maybe this will explain why all of this seems so... random..."
Mendel gestured for his coffee, and Alicia hurried across to give it to him. The Commissar looked into the cup and then up at each of the recruits.
"The Coalition needs people that can follow orders... sounds simple enough... but we are in a constant state of war... war with everyone and every thing, to a degree. This is the nature of a true revolution... it cannot be in just one nationstate, it cannot stop there... look it's like this..."
"The need for equality can easilly fill a cup..." he motioned, "but it quickly fills over the cup... filling other cups... each cup helping the other to get full... ensuring that there is enough for everyone... but there are those that don't wish this... those that want nothing more than to exploit the masses... Well they want to control this equality... I mean, if everyone were equal... what would be the point of money? What would be the point of accumulated wealth?"
Mendel shook his head. "The Coalition is built upon the Social Credit... your work is just as important as mine, and mine as hers," he nodded to Alicia. "While she assists me, I am not better than her, nor she better than me. This whole office works because she can do her job, and I can do mine, knowing that we support one another."
He looked at each of them, "the SCRA needs reliable people out there, brothers in arms, people that will fight for you even if you are out numbered 18 - 1..." he shook his head.
"General Alvarez once fought Five of Liberty Navy's finest pilots, buying time for a bomber wing to escape. Why? Because that was his job, to protect his men. His men knew they were safe when he turned to face their pursuers, they knew he was doing it to ensure they could do their jobs in peace."
"Colonel Rhade, the Training Commander, once turned back from a successful raid, when he heard that one of his men had fallen behind, ordering all of his strike fighters back into the fray, out numbered 3 to 1, just to ensure that no man was left behind. He returned victorious from that battle..."
"Hermanos, Comrades, brothers, these words mean something here... and when I ask you questions, I need to know that you know why you are here... what we are about... what is it we're fighting for... and why would I lay down my life for you?"
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