SCRA Recruitment Centre

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The Coalition had suffered a great deal, men were tightly sweating in the close confines of the CPW-Trotsky, the commanders leaning over the situation table in the CIC, charting enemy ship movements, aware that they were being watched by General Alvarez.

His peaked cap tilted back, and his heavy leather jacket's collar turned up, he watched them move about the bridge, diligently performing their duties.

"Comrade-General," A commissar cleared his throat, looking at the two-time awarded Hero of the Revolution, El Coyote, the War Master.

"Si, hermano," Alvarez stated, his eyes flicking from the holographic display.

"The recruit you were expecting, he is below." The Commissar gestured.

Alvarez nodded, "Have Forge brought to the CIC, and ensure that he isn't armed." Alvarez puffed on a cigar as he settled into his command chair, again concentrating on the enemy.

"Da, Comrade," the Commissar retreated, returning a few minutes later with the applicant, gesturing to a place near to a console from which to stand.

Behind Alvarez, through the glass panels, the recruiting office could be seen, the orange shirted maintenance techs removing another failed applicant from the offices there. Sound proofing keeping the noise from the bridge.

Alvarez stubbed out his cigar, the short man, looking up from his tactical displays.

"Comrada Forge, si? Tell me what can I do for you?"

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