Johannes' eyebrows went up for a moment. A question he thought may have been asked, not quite in the way it was asked. He shifted in his chair slightly before answering.
Ah, that conflict. Ja, I heard many rumors about it und witnessed some of it first-hand when my vessel was escorting a convoy to Freistadt. I believe that the Bretonian's corporations, in their infinite greed, decided to lay claim to all of Omega-3 in the name of the Bretonia Government, however Rheinland opposed this as they had their own interests in the area, a Daumann Mining Facility. It was escalated by the Bretonian Company 'Bowex' refusing to pay the Rheinland Federal Police's fine for shipping Military Grade Combat Veichles which sparked off the conflict initially, even involving Freeport One who merely wanted to retain their independance from both Bretonia and Rheinland, unfortunately a Rheinland Vessel either intentionally or accidently struck the Freeport, swaying Freeport One towards the Bretonians and making the Rheinlanders lose popular support for their offensive despite Bretonia being the aggressor through the annexation of Omega-3 as the "Snowdown" system. In the end, however, neither side won as their enemies took advantage of the shifting fleets to stage assaults upon vital installations at their respective front-lines and causing many lives and resources to be lost in the Omega-3 Skirmish-War. As such, I believe that the Omega-3 conflict was a feudal attempt rooted in capitalist motives for more power. Rheinland lost the Westfalen in Hamburg, und Bretonia lost a vital MOX fuel installation. Putting both more in the hole than before that incident.
He leaned back in his chair, now hoping to not further agitate the Commissar.
Mendel glanced up at Murry's interruption, the second in only a few minutes.
He chewed a moment on his lip, as she set the glass down, prattling on about this and that.
Mendel picked up the bottle, shattering it against the edge of the table, grabbing her by her lapels and slamming her backwards against the wall, shoving the broken shards of the bottle against her nose.
"Which sorry cretin thought it was a good idea to let you anywhere near the recruitment offices? And then what... your last firing neuron decided to finally give up the ghost, and take a package holiday to baden-baden leaving you totally bereft of any kind of common sense at all? Really, you thought coming in here, and disturbing me... today of all days... to shake your overly lyposuctioned hips around like you are one of Pacifica's many gap-toothed barmaids? Get out, before I use this bottle to make you as scarred as that drug addled brain of yours is on the inside!"
He threw her towards the door, his boot connecting squarely with her posterior, sending her flying.
"Dear God, why did I agree to come here today, it's the bloody muppet circus... complete with Miss Piggy!"
He turned back to the recruit.
"You ever have to deal with such complete and utter incompetence over at Rhonn-bon-bon station? Maybe I should be asking you for a job, instead of the other way round!"
Papasov looked confused cause it was nearly close to what he said. But it wasent matter he had a next one.
" Well probably because he defended that OSI transport and its flight crew. And why they Call em Rhade-Rhade I have no idea about this."
Papasov was starting to get a little worried because he didnt give an answer to why they Call Rhade-Rhade. He never heared that he was called like that but he tryes to remain brave as he expects the reaction of Kurkov.
He shifts his posture again, to a more comfortable position as he watches the scene go out before him, slightly amused. Then he glances as the secretary is kicked out then looks back to the Commissar.
Yes sir, we occasionally had some Fliegers that needed to be disciplined quite... sternly, so to speak. I can relate to your frustrations.
He pauses for a moment before addressing Mendel's next statement.
Herr Commissar Mendel, I have no where else to go except to fight for the Coalition in the revolution. This is why I am before you now. To help in any way possible.
Right when someone called Alexej's name, he stood, almost jumped, up from his chair. Locating the man who talked to him when he already spoke half of the sentence he replied with his deep, rough voice.
"Just one look into their eyes, Sir, and one know if they -really- had to work just once in their lifetime. With just one look you can seperate the wheat from the chaff, save hours of senseless interviews and give those who aren't worthy a chance to be something useful...and if it is just a target for light arms practise..."
He looked around, pointing at another recruit sitting.
"You see this one, Commisar? That's exactly what I mean. He looks like he never saw a shovel, not to talk about using one. And a man like this should be able to fight for our, your ideals?"
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
Vladimir was annoyed again. The recruit had simply not answered the question.
"I didn't want a bloody spiel from you, I wanted to know how you would deal with this muppet bleeding out across this deck! Fine, I will do it myself!"
He hauled Papasov off the deck and up against the wall. He then shot him again and stuck a rusted spoon into the second wound and gave it a good twist. Throwing Papasov onto the deck, the spoon embedded itself deeper into the man.
"Get in this room now Alexej."
He sat down again, frustrated. The two marines at the door slammed it shut behind the recruit and Vladimir gestured for him to sit in the chair opposite him.
"I have little time for muppets as you can see. Now, Explain to me the benefits the Coalition has reaped from the implementation of the New Economic Policy."
An young looking man enters the waiting area. He is dressed in civilian clothes, sports an goatee, and carries small wood case as well as his documents.
As he looks about the area he places his documents in designated area, and sits down patiently waiting.
Documents read as following:
Name: Leif Thorvaldsson
Id: Civilian yacht captain
Age: 19
Born: CPS-Abadanmutakharna
Expirience: Average pilot, average captain, good land combat and boarding.
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