as ronald slowly climbed back up the shute he tried to think what he did wrong;
of course, he didnt wait long enough, it wasnt his turn..
he heard alicia say she was getting coffee and that she'd be back in a few minutes
when he reached the top he saw nobody was in the waiting room... he slowly moved back to the position where he sat earlyer and waited for alicia to walk back in.
"First of all, the thing that makes me think I'm capable of being part of fighter corps is my life. It's hard. Several years ago, I used to be a mercenary, escorting independent traders and stuff. That job is rather hard, risky and low paid. When I got sick of it and realized that governments don't really care about people, I decided to turn against them. I met a few friends and we started to harass House authorities. You know, cops, military officers, agents and whatnot. One day, during the battle in Leeds, all my friends got killed and I barely managed to survive. Bretonia police captured me. They tortured me, tried to even brainwash me so I would fight along them, but they failed.
After months of torturing and getting beaten, I finally managed to concentrate on planning my escape. One day, a Zoner came to prison to visit me. I knew nothing about him. He said that someone sent him to get me out of there. We made an agreement and everything was planned out. I successfully managed to escape from there, but escape wouldn't be possible without a man that helped me. He had authority over the local prison and we sealed a deal.
Oh and also, this is what I got from those dirty cops."
David slowly pulled his sleeves showing the Commissar his deep, huge scars.
"This is what made me stronger and think that I'm capable of being part of the fighter corps. I have even bigger scars on my back, and believe me, you don't want to see them."
David took a deep breath waiting for the Commissar's reaction.
Vladimir feigned a yawn, glancing at the scars on David's arm with general disinterest. After a moment he locked eyes with David, wondering if he had anything else to add.
"Rumor has it, those who're competent make a decent living, it seems like you just left because you weren't making enough. You think our fighter corps is soft, that it's not risky? You think you'll be making hundreds of millions in credits? It sounds just like any other mercenary I know to be totally honest.
How do we know you won't abandon ship when you feel you're not being paid enough for your "efforts?" I find it hard to believe a lack of proper payment made you for the people. Torture? I also doubt, it seems like nothing more than a petty plot for some kind of vengeance, but if you have the tools to prove me wrong do so." Vladimir kept his eyes trained on David like daggers, waiting for him to answer.
"It's different now. The things have changed. It isn't about the money anymore. I know that anyone who's part of the fighters corps isn't payed, but rather fights for freedom and for making everyone equal. While I was captured, I was thinking about everything. I look at the life from totally new perspective since then. Money doesn't matter anymore, but people are everything that matters. Just imagine, a world where criminals don't exist. A world where everyone is equal. A world with one government. That's the world You want, right?"
While talking, David raised an eyebrow.
"That's the world I want. And from my perspective, it's better to have one group that will fight for it instead of having many uncoordinated individuals fighting for it. That's why I'm here, to fight for it along You.
The cause is worthy of the risk. Money don't have anything to do with this. It's irrelevant."
David took a deep breath.
"And no, I wouldn't leave when I feel like I'm not paid enough, as I said, I came here knowing what's waiting for me.
And about torturing as the plot of the vengeance. I knew it would sound like I'm here for it, but, I've never lied in my entire life, and I don't really have the reason to do so now."
Vladimir leaned back comfortable in his chair, maintaining eye contact with David.
"It's always easy to say to someone what you think they want to hear, it's easy to say what you do and don't care about when it's not siting directly in front of you, it's easy to tell yourself that you're fighting for some greater good as opposed to serving yourself.
You honestly expect me to believe you've never lied all throughout your life? That's hard to come across even for those who don't intend to do so, the truth generally being based off what one believes rather than what they can back up with facts. I guess if one is willing to lie to himself, he can avoid having ever lied. Are you that kind of man?"
He had been given docking permission and landed his slightly tattered Eagle in one of the hangar bays. He made sure that it was attached to the supply lines and then headed for the recruitment office.
"Ivan Yegorov, thirty years of age, Im here for a conversation with the Commissar." He introduced himself to Alicia, the secretary.
She wrote down some lines and told him to wait until his name was called up.
"Thanks." With a respectful and affirmative nod towards Alicia he grabbed the pamphlet and queued into the fairly long line of young applicants. No doubt he was nervous, how couldn't he be? It was all or nothing now, the decision was made, it was the only way out for him. Surprised about his firm self-control, almost serenity, Ivan sat still, attempting to figure out what the Commissar would going to ask him.
Vladimir leaned back comfortable in his chair, maintaining eye contact with David.
"It's always easy to say to someone what you think they want to hear, it's easy to say what you do and don't care about when it's not siting directly in front of you, it's easy to tell yourself that you're fighting for some greater good as opposed to serving yourself.
You honestly expect me to believe you've never lied all throughout your life? That's hard to come across even for those who don't intend to do so, the truth generally being based off what one believes rather than what they can back up with facts. I guess if one is willing to lie to himself, he can avoid having ever lied. Are you that kind of man?"
David sighted.
"Well, you're right, Commissar. The truth is being based off what one believes, my bad. And yes, It's easy to say that someone don't care about something when It's not directly in front of him, but if he has clear mind and knows what he wants, It's easy to say so even if It's in the front of him. And no, I'm not willing to lie myself. I did that enough in my "past life", as I call it."
David was still looking straight into the Commissar's eyes.
"Then what are you willing to offer to show us this is what you believe in, that your words aren't just empty and that we will find you running away as you did from your previous employer?"
"I don't really have anything to prove my words. But, if you give me a trial or something, I will prove that these words aren't empty. Simply, I will offer anything."
While saying that, David was still maintaining eye contact with the Commissar.
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