Papers, Please

[The Major]

Janara, Border World near the Astral Front
A Nondescript Government Building

Once upon a time this building served as the civic center for all work related the governing work of Serina. Now, post conquest, this was now regulated to handling the burrecractic nightmare that was handling immigration. War-time essentially curtailed all forms of permanent entry into the vast reaches of the First Order, but with some potential use to the state one could find their impending denial transferred to a specific department of a specific group…

The Deputy Director of Operations was what some might call “hands on” and although reviewing papers might be more suitable to the realm of the Administrative body, the Operations directive often took it upon itself to harassing a random selection of lucky hopefuls to bludgeon with their cross referencing. Sometimes these happy few ended placed in specific sectors with a special understanding, sometimes they were turned away, and sometimes they even… vanished. And so, the fates were in the balance, though the poor soul might not realize.

Thus, the interviewer for today, the Major herself, chipper or at least pretending to be, waited patiently for the latest prospect to come under her purview. She motioned to a stormtrooper to open the door for [member="Xensi Otomas"] to enter.

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

The area was... interesting to him. The world was kind of bleak, grey. Even the building in which he was told to report to had seemed boring. This day, he actually got the chance to go through his normal routine. Freshen up, shave or trim his beard. Get some food with whatever credits he had, which wasn't many, considering he'd lived by himself in exile for a while. The food was alright, just enough to get a day going. After breakfast, he nonchalantly walked into the nondescript government building, an Immigration service into First Order space, apparently. Line followed line, paperwork after paperwork. It seemed to be a neverending processor guarded by the Stormtroopers of the First Order.


Eventually, after completing all this paperwork, going through all these lines, and giving all sorts of credentials he hadn't given in years.. He was ushered into the room by two stormtroopers, both just slightly smaller than him in build, yet equal in height. He picked up his luggage and somewhat hesitantly entered, wanting to give a good first impression to the administrative staff of the First Order, should he ever decide he may be useful as a Doctor on their ships, or a Doctor for their government, or a Combat Medic in their strike teams. After this, the sort of 'charisma' kicked in almost naturally. He lifted his hand to give some sort of wave, displaying a flashy ring given to him by his father before he'd passed, a greeting to [member="The Major"] following this.

"Ah, hello there. It's good to finally begin the process, after all of this paperwork. I understand your needs for security, however."

After this, he waited to be offered a seat instead of taking one for himself.

 

[The Major]

"Please sit." Motioned the woman with a white gloved hand. A sort of bemused smile seemed painted upon her face as she reviewed the documents presented. He seemed to be built like a person who was better served to the stormtrooper corps, and that would certainly color the future of his career, since he could possibly serve as a combat medic and most likely find use in such a field. However, that didn't exactly cement where his faculties laid. How smart was he? She decided, for the good of the state, to not just assume these credentials were valid and instead probe him with questioning to established a more fully fleshed profile.

"There is a war on, good sir. Security goes without question." Taking a moment to lower her glasses just a tad upon her nose, the woman looked up into the man's face once he decided to grace those assembled with sitting.

"Tell me about your homeworld. Why did you decide to leave?"

[member="Xensi Otomas"] ​