SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Dane Summers]

"Very well, we will see if you have what it takes."

Rassid pressed a button and spoke into an innercomm system, sending orders off to be carried out.

"I will be honest with you. I have doubts. I doubt you can fit into a fighter cockpit. And I doubt you understand exactly what your signing up for."

"Therefore, you will get some measure of it, with this next test."

The minutes stretched, as Rassid stared into the big recruit. The only silence was broken by rhythmic breathing and the occasional sounds of shipboard life. In time, heavy booted feat walking in unison became louder and louder.

Two Coalition Marines entered the office, dragging a prisoner. He was dressed in rags, and filthy. Disheveled hair and a wild sense to his eyes as he scanned the room. He was flung unceremoniously to the ground, still restrained by thick metal shackles.

"At the moment, this prisoner, who is a corsair, just so you know - is being told that he will win his freedom, and more importantly, a meal, should he kill you with his bare hands. He hasn't eaten in some time, and starvation tends to make a man...very desperate."

A marine spoke in the language of Crete to the prisoner, whose eyes locked on the large recruit with a terrible resolve, and the hint of glee. He knew what his reward was. the marines took steps back, and readied weapons in case the prisoner should attempt and escape, or turn on anyone other then the one he was told to kill.

"A large man like you, should have no problem putting down a starved corsair. If you take longer then 30 seconds, then I will be both surprised, and disappointed."

"Dont disappoint me. Now..."

"...KILL!"

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