Recruit - Kalledon
Kalledon sat behind the desk, flipping through the channels.
Do to his injuries while on Argoth, he had been assigned
to the Recruiting and Petitioning office CWALA had set
up in Irvine. It was a rather dull job, but someone had
to do it. He stopped on one of the news, intrigued by
"Blizzard Headquarters was attacked
today by a group of terrorists."
Kalledon checked his CWALA planner. "Nope,
no attacks were scheduled for today, and there are no
signs of mass destruction, so it can't be CWAL either."
"The group claiming responsibility
has labeled themselves as CWALOMT or Can't Wait Any Longer
One More Time. They claim they are trying to steal, I'm
sorry, rescue the Diablo III CD from Blizzard. Blizzard
denies that such a CD exists. In other news
"Interesting, must have been some of
the people we didn't take into CWALA," Kalledon glanced
over at the stack of resumes that had been rejected. "Better
let Patriot know about this." Kalledon turned on
the communicator to the battlecruiser. "Spade, can
you patch me through to Patriot."
Spade was the name they had given the computer
ship's computer after Thorkos and Droit had finished giving
it artificial intelligence. Droit had even managed to
give the computer some personality, but it still needed
"HEY KALL!" Spade was always excited.
"How are things going on down on Earth? Up here it's
kinda dull, but guess what Droit told me, and oh you should
have seen the mess Zeta made trying to cook dinner. And
did you know that Koala Captain has had over 30 cups of
coffee today! I can't
"Spade!" Kalledon rolled his eyes.
Droit needed to turn Spade's enthusiasm down a little
bit. "Can you just patch me through to Patriot."
"Patriot here, what's up Kall?"
"Well, according to the news another
CWAL organization has sprung up. They say they are trying
to get Diablo III. Don't know what this means for us,
but I figured you should know."
"Good thinking, anything else to report?"
"Not really, Irvine's pretty quiet
today. Hold on, someone just came in. I'll get back to
you in a few."
Kalledon turned off the communicator and
eyed the man that had just come in. He was fairly tall
and had a canister rifle strapped to his back. "Can
I help you?"
"My name is Brayam. I wish to offer
my services to the CWALA organization. By fighting for
you I hope to build a respect for ghosts. Blizzard and
everyone else takes us for granted."
Kalledon eyed Brayam, then the stack of
rejected resumes, then Brayam's gun. He definitely did
not take it for granted. "Welcome aboard. You just
need to fill out these papers and you'll be all set. We
have a shuttle that runs out to our base coming at 3 or
you can wait till 6 when I leave here."
Brayam looked at the pile of papers he was
holding. It wasn't exactly what he had been expecting,
but then nothing ever was. He shrugged. "I guess
I'll go with you at 6. These papers could take a while."
Brayam moved over to a chair and began to
fill out the papers. Kalledon went back to watching TV.