"To serve the People and the glorious Coalition, comrade commissar. To strike at those who would oppress and enslave the people. Best place to do that is as an pilot of coalition, sir."
It has been another busy day at Coalition's "God's waiting room". Human after human... or perhaps, madman after madman, standing in a rather long line. Sergei was standing there too. Sweating like a pig, as always. The neverending line was slowly shortening, and our little Sergei was sweating more and more. Until it was his turn to go in... As he was entering, he accidentaly tripped over the doorstep, but managed not to fall. Poor boy. "Blargh... someone can't walk here." He grumbled for himself, and sat on nearby chair, waiting for Commisar to mention him.
[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.
"Yes yes, blah de blah. You know how many times we hear the same drivel? It's almost as if you're one of those Kusari Trash-Bot's we have working around on Level F. F for fail of course, I did mention this wouldn't be fun."
He handed the crossbow to the recruit.
"You've come in here with that for a purpose, so... use it."
Leif would take weapon with some expertise, and without any warning delivers the silver bolt into Alexej's neck, arhaic weapon giving just a silent slither of moving string.
"Difference, comrade commissar, is that while some do repeat propaganda just for sake of trying to pass the recruitment, and join the glorious army of the People, be it failed attempt at espionage if it even can be called that, or deluded ideas that they will go to slay all before them, most do not understand what commitment and discipline it requires. Like my father before me, who helped shape the Coalition into its form of today, so I wish to serve. To protect those who cannot do that for themselves. To propagate the glorious teachings of premier and great ancient thinkers. And to bring swift death to those who were found wanting or unfit to embrace the Red Dawn." - with that young man would reload the weapon, and set it back onto the desk before the commissar.
Standing in his previous stance he would look commissar into the eyes waiting for his response.
Leif glances at the brash newcomer and back to the commissar, grabbing the weapon from the table once more, and pointing it at Ronald, waiting for command.
Kasimierz Boguslawski was a tall, broad, typically quiet man with a shaved head and a drooping mustache. With the demeanor of a man walking towards fate, regardless of what that fate was, he entered the room. He bent his head to avoid hitting it on the doorframe as he entered the waiting area, keeping sure to make his bulk as nonthreatening as possible. His eyes went to the people in the room, noting the usual mix of ideologues and hopefuls one would expect in a recruitment office. He kept his mouth shut to prevent his untimely demise from coming sooner rather than later, and waited for fortune to shine on him.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
Leif would simply dispatch second silver bolt into Ronald, this time his aim was the heart.
"Oh, my... I forgot..." - with that young man would walk over and pierce Ronald's skull with retractable bayonet that jumped out of the crossbow front.
"It went past my mind that traitors and those offering bribe have no heart." - he would straighten up and move back in front of the commissar, loading final bolt into the weapon, and holding it in hands this time so blood soaked weapon does not smudge the polished table.
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