She glanced at the wall left to her, where a calendar with Coalition Destroyer was hanging. A few seconds after, she confidently spoke: "The capitalism... it does not create the environment people should live within, as from the ideas of ancient Marxism. They deserve much more, that is why revolution was born. Why it is inevitable? Because this is our aim; we are uprising and will be able to oppose the plague of Sirius - that is why I want to fight along our marines."
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
As Ben returned from the airlocks, entering the lobby he saw a man twiddling his thumbs, rather quickly too, signaling nervousness and even fear.
Pointing the the man the Lt.Cmdr shouted.
"You, Sissy, come with me!" he shouted, entering his office, he nodded to himself when he entered the room, the char marks were gone from the floor aswell as the blood spilled from the shootings. As he rounded the desk and sat down he forced himself to relax...
"Oh no, sorry for the misunderstanding, I've already spoken with Lt Commander Broch, she told me to fill out some forms and then to wait" he paused, hoping he hadn't condemned himself, "I was hoping you hadn't forgotten about me"
He nodded and waited for a polite response.
Doctor Kurt Caesera - Lieutenant in the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.
Education: Studied at Cambridge University, Trained to be a medical practitioner at Chesterton Medical School.
Trained in ship maintenance, basic pilot and combat skills at the Coalition Hong Kong Training Facility.
Operations: Gold Thirteen, Gold Squadron
Medical Team, CPW-Trotsky
Zhukovsky Medical Centre, Zhukovsky Station
"I know, but this way i can keep an eye on your sorry carcass until your paperwork is filed." He says gruffly, putting his pistol on the ground. "And mark my words sonny, neither of us is leaving this office until said papers go through, think of it as...Temporary Confinement." he stated before reaching into his desk, pulling out a large pile of papers and a pen before starting to work.
"I want you to stand to the left of that door, if you try to leave before your papers you will be subject to disciplinary action, I've only had one cup of Coffee today so don't get smart." he said, his tone signifying that he was deadly serious.
Lieutenant Commnader Alexandra Volkova entered room
"Back to the duty, guys!"
Guards with rifles looked at her suspiciously with fingers on the trigger.
"Oh, looks like lot of things changed here. Can I speak with someone from HC please? Here are my dog marks and ID. Tell them that I'm back from Bretonia. I will wait here if they want to speak with me."
Volkova sat on a chair and gave her pendant and ID card to soldier.
//I think I passed all school things so I'm re-applying
She was slightly shocked by response, for she didn't know what to tell exactly.
"I ain't no politician, but here's something: when capitalism is prospering, fat rich corporation owners are draining money from normal people working in sweat to get at least 'something'; not even miserable welfare for families, at all. People's voices is what I hear, protesting... Protesting about the capitalism and its corrupted system. This was a mere example, ma'am."
There was a familiar sound as Viatcheslav walked up, Angie beside the lumbering machine. As Alexandra turned to look at them, the machine suddenly lunged forward, snatching her by the neck and holding her above the ground. "Comrade Volkova...We were wondering when you would show up. Filthy traitor...."
The machine's hand tightened around her neck, cutting off the air from her lungs and rendering her unable to speak. She eventually passed out, Via's grip lessening so as not to kill her.
Together, they walked to the brig of the Trotsky, all the subordinate officers parting to let the duo pass. With an unconscious girl in the warbot's hand, no one was ready to ask questions.
The woman was deposited into a rather small cell, left in the corner like a piece of trash. Via stood outside, weapon raised just in case something happened. On the opposite side of the cell, Angie leaned against the wall, an orange in her hand. Her fingers expertly worked at the peel, depositing the rinds on the floor, awaiting Volkova to wake up.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
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