SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Kazinsal]

Looking at the secretary, the burly man nods. "Thanks to you," he says before walking down the hall to General Garcia's office. He walks past a recruit whose hands are filled with papers and chuckles to himself before straightening his face as he reaches the office and enters with confidence.

"Comrade General, sir. I am here to join Coalition Army. I am here to serve people and ideals of Coalition. May I take seat?"

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Retired, permanently.

[Flash™]

*Alex grabs the stack of papers*

Yes, sir

*Alex walks out and fills out the stack of papers*

*Alex finishes and hands the stack of papers to Miss Alice*

Here you go, I am done

*Alex awaits*

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[Aphil]

General Garcia looked at the man who entered his office.

"By all means, sit." he gestured towards the chair.

"So tell me, who are you and why do you want to join the SCRA?"

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| Sirius Coalition | Information Centre  | Recruitment Centre | Visa Application | Communication Centre |

[equinosz]

The little partisan docked on Boa Vista Station and Simone jumped out as soon as she could. She hated the small craft, especially after sitting in it for more than a week continously. She had a very important mission and now what? She had to deal with nuggets... Maybe His Watchful Eye didn't like her report. Anyway, after she shot in the head the next recruit she will be able to go and check on the shops of Boa Vista.

Walking in the recruitment office she noticed a pink haired girl sitting silently. She went forward to the desk and talked with the woman sitting there. A few second later she called back at the girl.

-You, pinky! With me! ASAP! - Simone went forward to the office she was instructed to go not even looking if the girl was following her.

The office was not much, a single desk with two chairs and two coalition banners hanging from the wall. She checked on the desk's drawers. Empty. Great. She'll have to get some stuff to "decorate" the room, if she'll have to remain there.

Turning around she saw the girl at the door.

-Close that damned door and put your pretty ass on that chair. Name?

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Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.

[NixOlympica]

"Pinky" closed the door, clutching a notepad in her hand. She knew this is gonna be hard... But slightly another way then for other people. She pulled the cap with her teeth and wrote in the block.

Amy Thygeson

[equinosz]

Bliking a few times at the notepad Simone started walking around the girl.

-So a little kitty stole your tongue? Eh... At least you don't look as brute and stupid like the one comrade Garcia took care. Well, all in all at least you can write. So let's make it a little harder for you. Tell me a story!

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Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.

[NixOlympica]

Amy smiled nervously but her marker started moving on the notepad swiftly. It was quite obvious that she had experience with writing and that she tries to write as fast as possible to make up for the lack of speech.

There was a girl. The girl grew up at New London. Said girl was normal just as any other girl of her age. One day our girl was returning home from school when suddenly explosion tore through the side of a public bus. Girl got lucky and unlucky at the same time. Piece of a metal cut right at her neck. Said little girl was saved by a man. A doctor. But her luck was bought out by eternal silence from her mouth. Still she was luckier than most of her schoolmates. Do you like the story so far?

[equinosz]

-I didn't really expected a fairy tale, but whatever. I guess it'll do.

Simone sat on the desk in a manner, that she could see what the girl was writing.

-Go on, I have important business after finishing you off - she pulled out a zenith handgun and put it on the desk near her.

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Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.

[NixOlympica]

Cleaning the gun? She wrote. Amy grinned. The worst thing with being mute was expressing voice modulation on a paper.

[equinosz]

-Nah, I had enough time in that little piece of scrapmetal on the way here to clean it. Just prepared it for your pretty face. You know, if I don't like the remaining part of your story I might check how much damage can a bullet cause in those delicate features of yours. So continue, what happened after the little girl was saved by the blonde prince? Did he have a white horse at least?

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Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.