The Commissar did not look impressed at this reply, he was obviously expecting a proper answer to his question and it without a doubt could be seen judging by the odd twitch in his eye...
"Did I ask you what you are doing here Muppet?" he thundered as he stalked over to her, his eye now twitching in severe annoyance at his question being ignored, he seemed to tower over her as he glowered down at the tiny muppet in comparison to himself and folded his arms over one another.
"Alright Muppet I will ask again, you better answer this time because I am almost full on my tolerance for shenanigans and whatever else muppets like yourself get up to." he warned darkly before looking her in the eyes and his voice dropped to almost a whisper, promising pain if he didn't receive his answer..."What...In the name of the Premiers old and new....Happened...To your tiny muppet body, the situation that allowed you to crawl with your tiny muppet body here and why you are still in a dirty tiny muppet uniform?"
"Um" Jia stuttered while trying to collect her thoughts. She was clearly intimidated by the recruiter, but it wasn't anywhere she hasn't been before. She took a moment to choose her words. "This is the uniform I was given, it's always like this. I'm from a small wing on JiangXi. I'm here because I want to transfer to the Fighter Corps." She was confused why her uniform was an issue until she started noticing that everybody else was wearing clothing in considerably better shape.
"So...You came here, in a uniform that looks like it was a witness to the Trials of JiangXi with your tiny muppet body looking like it's on the edge of falling face first into my clear deck-plates to join the Fighter Corps?"
The delivery was deadpan, unimpressed and for any lesser muppet downright scary with the way he coldly stared her down. Moving on he smirked slightly, and it was not a nice smirk either. "You know...I once knew an empty minded muppet like you, he died when he poked his head out of cover thinking it was safe, sufficed to say he was swiftly removed from the Gene Pool...So Muppet let me ask you this little question to see if you are as empty headed as he was..." the man challenged, eager to see at least ONE of the muppets fail...
"You are on a recon mission to...Oh let's say Omicron Alpha, you spot an alien ship on the edge of your scanners...What do you do?"
Jia didn't show any reaction to the man's insults, she was clearly used to hearing them. She repeated "omicron alpha" under her breath. She gave her answer after a few seconds and spoke with confidence. "I would stay out of sight and try to get whatever information I could. Omicron alpha is too far to try and confront anybody and expect backup." a small smile cracked through, obviously proud of her answer.
House/Nation of Origin:
Planet Volgograd, Omega 52,
Previous Experience:
Miner, Racer.
Short Biography:
I was born in a poor miner family, in the second sub-level of Volgograd. At the age of 12, started to work with my father in the mine, and two years later, he spent the earnings of all his life in buying two basic spaceships, which we used to start mining gold two systems away from home: in Dublin. There I saw space races by the first time, and i really liked it, so I started practising crossing the asteroid fields where i worked as fast and as close from the asteroids as i could, each time i went from the mining areas to the refineries, and back to the mining zone, until i had enough money to inscribe myself in a race in the hood racing track, where I won in 5 of 6 races. In the last one, two years ago i lost my first race because of a failure of the rudder, which I refused to check before the race, and lost my ship in an accident that almost took my life. Back in Volgograd, a few months after the accident I woke up from coma, and found that my father was missing, heard that he started winnin a lot of money, and fled elsewhere, "to have a better life", abandoning my mother and I, oh, and the last present he gave her before leaving: Miroslav. Now, I want to join the SCRA, to be part of the destruction of capitalism that corrodes and corrupts Sirius, and dragged my father to greed and selfishness, and make the Sirius sector a place where to live in peace.
Reason(s) for Joining:
When I was a child, my mother used to tell me stories about Nikolai and Ivan Petrov, two aces in the war for Sol, and after seeing what kind of depravities that capitalism allows to happen, maybe i won't become an ace, but if something can change, i want to do whatever is needed to help this change to happen.
As he considered the answer a fax came in from a machine to the right of the Commissar, with practiced ease he grabbed the papers that spewed forth from it and dumped them into a shredder, his right eye gaining a slight twitch of annoyance at having to do it in the middle of a session."Alright so far you've avoided the fate of muppets who huff glue, congratulations, I would give you a cookie if I didn't think you'd choke on it."he mocked before cracking his neck, hearing a distinct popping sound as he twisted it just so.
"I hate it when muppets send a fax rather than show up in person, no respect for JiangXi's forests..." the comment seemed to come out of nowhere, but if one was clever they could easily link the statement to what happened earlier. The Commissar looked her in the eyes once again with a bored expression and his tone was dry as sand in the middle of a desert.
"Alright Muppet, since you are clearly not huffing glue perhaps you can answer this one, we have had several Premiers in the past, each one important in their own way. Which would you consider the most influential upon our history as a nation?"
A young, black haired man enters the office. He can clearly hear the loud and annoyed chatter of the people behind that iron door. A bright red light is displaying the words ''INTERVIEW IN PROGRESS. PLEASE STAND CLEAR. ИНТЕРВЬЮ В ПРОЦЕССЕ.''. Being an experiecned 23 years old pilot, he knew already that most of the interview (especially work ones) would have ended up in a firefight or in a loud arguing. A tall military man with mustaches got out of his small wooden door. He handled him a small pen and a paper in poor conditions, with a lot of lines and a red, bright SCRA logo. Once Vladimir started reading his piece of ''paper'', the man went back in his office. He was supposed to write down an entire submission paper. He went on for almost 1 brief hour.
NAME: Vladimir Zyomin Maximovich.
AGE: 23.
D.O.B.: December 2, 788 A.S.
HOUSE/NATION OF ORIGIN:
Planet Volgograd, Omega 52,.
Previous Experience(s):
Racer, Freelancer
Short Biography:
Coming from a poor family originated from an underground vault in Planet Jiangxi, Vladimir left home as a 16 years old boy, soon after his parents died from an Uranium loss in the shelter. He stole an abandoned SCRA XKR-151-B "Insurgent" and left the system. He got treated as an enemy warship and engaged several times Bretonian Armed Forces patrols in the Dublin system. With more than 46 confirmed kills and tons of Bounty Hunters behind his back, he entered Battleship Hood for the first time. He started betting some gold on other racers. And his ''lucky'' bets rewarded him with thousands of million of credits. With his large pack of money, he eventually started his own mining business on Graves, but he got caught by SCRA soldiers. Once he paid his fee, he recived a ''Full pardon'' from the high ranking military officers in the SCRA. Soon after that, without any ship nor credits, he decided to steal another civilian s' ship. A poor Waran bomber, still enough to fetch a few credits. Taking place in many missions, he eventually decided to treat the SCRA not as an enemy, but something to uphold. He contacted the SCRA recruitment center for an interview, and here i am.
Reason(s) for Joining:
To uphold the glory of the great SCRA.
Jia had to think for a moment. She hasn't learned anything about the history of the Coalition since grade school. Since the bombings it's mostly been about survival. She didn't want to risk angering the recruiter by taking too long, so she spouted out the biggest name she could think of. "That would be Premier James McIntosh." She stayed silent after her answer, hoping it was the right one.
An eyebrow is raised, that was a choice he wasn't suspecting, he normally got the typical 'Katz' or 'Warner'. McIntosh was one Premier the more 'Social Progressive' individuals tried to forget, while he did not officially take on the post of Premier he was a 'De-Facto' premier due to the power he held during his tenure as Grand Admiral, he was however venerated by those firmly in the 'Total War' camp in the Kremlin, known collectively as the McIntoshists. They did not get many who knew of him in the Army these days as more and more often his achievements are drowned out by those of Alvin Katz and Ben Warner in recent times.
"Interesting choice Muppet, If you had said Aeon I would have shot you right here and now for sprouting the traitor's name." he stated before pausing, nodding his head once as if agreeing with some choice in his head.
"Alright Muppet we are done here, you are to report to the Quartermaster in a timely manner, if I found out you walked rather than run I'll PT you into the ground in the Tundra of Volgograd so hard your great-grandchildren will feel the aches!" he shouted the last part at the end, it was sharp and tended to make most recruits flinch away, as if he was pulling a gun on them.
"NEXT!" he shouted as he waited for the next muppet to make themselves known to him.
As he entered the recruitment waiting room, Michel reached the nearest booth, and compiled his form. After this, he went and took a seat, waiting for his turn. He wasn't surprised of the atmosphere, not even by a tiny little bit.
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Previous Experience:
Secondary Council Fleet Pilot, Freelance Pilot
Short Biography:
Michel is the son of two Council pilots. His mother used to fly freighters, while his father piloted light fighters. Like everyone, he graduated at Marne's main flight school and tried to enlist in the primary Council fleet. However, due to his lack of actual experience, he was rejected.
Nevertheless, he flew for the secondary fleets. Firstly deployed in Champagne, he was then sent to the front of the civil war - Languedoc. There, he saw his parents being KIA by Royalists, and the fleets he once saw in awe crushed with neverending strenght. Michel fought in Languedoc and Orkney, where the Royalist captured Reunion, and there he was jailed; at that time, he was just 21.
3 years later, several inmates made a daring escape plan, and in the confusion Michel managed to barely escape alive. As he knew only how to pilot fighters, he became a freelance pilot, taking the odd job here and there, to make some money up. In his last escort job, he reached Omega-49, where he heard not only of the Coalition, but also of a colony of Councilmen called Le Arcadia, located on Planet Jiangxi, in the neighbouring Omega-52 system. His dormant military spark reignited once again when he read the goals and ideals of the SCRA, thus he decided to join the Army.
By filling out this form you agree to serve the People's Republic and all for which it stands for. You agree to obey the commands of the Premier and the Coalition High Command for the greater good of the Coalition Peoples and ensure both their security and freedoms from the tyranny of those who oppose us?
Yes, I agree.
You furthermore agree to be subject to decrees by the Ministry of Truth and the State Duma?
Yes, I agree.
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