Vicenta led the woman to an office. "Sit." She gestured to a chair, and sat down in her own. "Name, place of birth, why you think you should join the Revolution."
He cocked one of his eyebrows. While she didn't seem like a typical woman, he'd have never guessed that was her past.
"A Rogue you say? I ran into them a couple times. Chased me through Colorado for several hours a while back. I never thought I'd be happy to run into the Liberty police. Luckily they were too busy to get a clear scan of my cargo, so I ran the hell away while they were shooting each other."
Ethan took one last drag of the cigarette, and dropped it on the ground. He stamped it out with his foot, gathering himself before answering.
"There was something I noticed about those people that I started to envy. They believed in what they were doing. They had a purpose in life, and each of them was willing to die for their cause, and for the man next to them. As much of a rush as it was, my life was a cheap thrill, and cheap thrills tend to fade away and turn into nothing. I ran into a string of bad luck, my come-uppance you could say, and all I learned was that I was hopelessly alone. So I'm here, to make something out of myself, before I end up like just another wreck floating in some nebula, no one bothering to claim it or the body inside."
He scratched his eyebrow with thumb and put his arms behind his back, almost mimicking the at ease position if he wasn't slouching on one leg.
Katie look down the hole next to a chair, then she quietly sat down on it.
"My name is Katie, Katerina Shadrova in complete. I was born on the cold surface of moon of planet Volgograd, in the 800 A.S., from which comes out my age - 18 much." - she sighed slightly and continued: "For the time of my adolescence I was trained in simulated fights with other people. Having spent pretty much time in there I can show my combat capabilities. But now, getting to the last thing..." - for a moment she thought to herself, but then she started: "Well, as the woman of Coalition origins, my revolutionary goals would be similar: I fight for our men, men without a cloak of corruption and capitalism. Men with a sense of safety, in welfare and prospering. My trainings had begun, and I do wish to put them in service of our proud marines, stomping forward to cut the veins of capitalism throughout the whole Sirius. Inevitable thing that is to come..."
She looked above and found nothing but the camera and a white ceiling.
As they gave their answers Ben carefully weighed them in his mind, after making a decision he nodded to himself, walking over to Ivan's airlock his hand reached out for the control panel, towards the depressurization/repressurization controls.
Suddenly his hand changed course and he opened the airlock, without missing a beat Ben turned to the other airlock and also opened it.
"Your answers were...satisfactory, Ivan, report to the Quartermaster once your paperwork goes through, Pretty-Face, you'll be sent a questionaire, you will answer it to the best of your ability." he stated, looking at them both in turn. "Is that Clear...Maggots?" he asked evenly, not giving away even a shred of his emotions as he stared at them both.
Gellantra noticed Comrade Gottfried was terrified and men like him were not wanted in the Coalition. He waved with his hand to the guards standing in front of the door. They took out a nice long synthetic string and wrapped it around Gottfried's neck. It lasted only a few seconds until it was all over.
We don't do this usually comrade Dex but using a Tokarev in this cases has been proven dirty. Now lets get back to you. Your last answer was a bit vague and like i said you have one more chance. Tell me now Comrade what do you have to offer to us? Convince me or you will leave this room in a body bag.
Gellantra took out his gun from the drawer and put it on the table with a grin on his face.
She stood up slowly, stretching her arms above her head and yawning, an audible pop as her joints were finally able to move from the long periods of stiffness. As she finished, her hands immediately went to the desk, opening the drawer and withdrawing a sheet of papers.
She walked straight up to the man papers in hand. "Normally I'd have shot you for knowing nothing of communism. That would make me a hypocrite, though. As I stated, we're very similar in our purpose and our beginnings. Two petty criminals who wish to change." Angie looked to the forms, handing them to him. "Fill these out to the best of your abilities. Dismissed."
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
* He sits down in the rather uncomfortable office chair, and begins to speak. His voice is deep, and jovial, yet betrays a deeper weariness*
" Well, before we start, would you like a drink? Aye brew it myself you know...
... No?
Well, Alright. People call me Father Gregory, Preaching being, a bit of a hobby of mine, 'long with the brewing. My real job, was fixin stuff. Small ships, appliances, stuff like that. It was hard work, but one had the joy of really doing something people would appreciate. Then again, we all know the pleasure of a bit of honest toil, no matter how much "they" claim that they hate to work. 'Course, that all changed, or I would not be here. My little repair shop just could'nt compete...with that.....souless.... Mass produced..."
*He stops here, and clenches his fists*
" I had no choice but to sell out. And when the money form that ran out.......I had to work for them. Them being BMM. I tried to keep doing what I loved, but when you work twice as hard, and can only support yourself half as much...well...."
" And then things changed. I was on one of those transports, doing repairs on some mining machinery, as we passed on through Omega three. I did not see much of what happened next, But there is one thing I know for sure: It was Hessians. Fast, skillful, it did not take them long to dismantle the escorts. Our captain was some prideful greedy thing...he would not even yield money that did not belong to him. I took the advice of those warriors of the common man, grabbed a CSV in the bay, and left. I hope as his precious Gull imploded around him, he realised the error of his ways. Then again, I could be hopelessly Naive."
*he snorts, and continues*
" They gave me some directions, and I found myself here. As for those jumpholes, the only one I know of is the one in Cambridge, F6, the one that leads to here, Omega 5. I always thought only a corsair would know the way back to that rabbit warran they call a "home".
Alicia walked back into the main waiting room, a stack of files in her hands.
Dan Balan, Petr Diodienko, Jospeh Williamson, Konstantin Petravin, Anastazia Pekkala? She called out. If you would be so kind as to report to the flight ready room, located on deck nine, section three.
It is my duty to process your paperwork, and to provide you with feedback about your applications She got out her pencil and pushed her glasses up her nose.
Dan Balan, your existing record with the SCRA has permitted you access to the rank and privledge of Sub-Lieutenant for the Fighter Corps. You will train on the Partisan Light Fighter under Lt. Commander Ben Warner and Lt. Commander Angie Broch. Do not disappoint them, your continued service is dependant on your ability to prove yourself in a fighter
She moved down the line. Petr Diodienko, it seems a letter from the Premier and Admiral Karchov are what saved your application. They are disappointed with your knowledge of the Coalition, however, and so you will spend a week under Commissar-Commander Gonzales for Education do not give her cause to doubt your resolve to learn about the Coalition, Comrade Sub-Lieutenant.
Joseph Williamson, Captain Alvarez doubts you will survive a week. But hes willing to put you in a fighter and point you towards the enemy. Comrade Warner will train you, and then you are to report to Captain Alvarez for a flight evaluation test. Fail that, and you will be out of that fighter and fetching him coffee. I would congratulate you, Sub-Lieutenant, but I am the one who currently makes him coffee, so I am looking forward to you failing.
She adjusted her glasses and kept on, Konstatin Petrovin where to start with you You are requested and required to attend flight school under Comrade Broch, who is to teach you, first hand, what the Fighter Corps is about. We arent a social club, we are an army. Learn from her, fear her, as she holds your life in her hands, and will tear your Sub-Lieutenants stars from your shoulder if you mess up.
She cleared her throat, Pekkala, I have special dispensation from the Commissariat to welcome you and your family back into the Coalition. Your family will be moved to a Dacha on Volgograd where they will receive a good pension as thanks for their years of loyalty. You, yourself, will be made a Sub-Lieutenant under Lt. Jayce Brooks, who will teach and train you to become an advanced scout. Welcome home, Anastazia
She nodded to each of them, Get moving, get your gear, get your partisans and report to the Pilots Ready Room for your first briefing and mission assignments. Good luck Fighter Corps Officers!
She returned to her desk, watching them file out, as maintenance crews hurried in with body bags.
Dex, Alexandra and a few others were still processing paperwork.
Alvarez looked at the man who was now sitting at his CIC table without being invited to. A little tick at the corner of his eye was the only betrayal of emotion... it was repeated at the offer of alcohol in the CIC of a Coalition People's Warship in hostile territory during war time...
He kept his tone even, "Why not join the Molly Republic? Or the Gaians?"
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