Upon being approached Adiran stands up and assumes a position if attention.
"I am seeking my next tour of duty, sir." He says smartly.
"Adiran Zanzalin, Medical Corps, 4th Battalion, 2nd Marines. My contract was coming to an end when i was picked up for VBSS ((visit board search and seize)) . After that I was picked up by SPECWARCOM. That is where I became imortal. When my contract was up I continued to serve while attending Dust Universaty. I'm here today looking for a home where I can still serve my Emperess and continue to hone my skills. I was told this is the place to be."

"Where do I sign up?" He says with a smile. All of the age and hardship leaves his face with that one smile and he seem almost to young to be in a uniform of any type.

((Barring any requirements to join, former eve pilot myself.))

"What rates ((naval term for job title. i am active duty USN.)) do you have available?" I have extensive medical knowledge that has no application among our community. Apart from that basic combat knowledge and advanced heavy weapons are my current qualifications."

(( **** walked into that one..... calculating RP, simulating a field of idiocy, computing buckets and buckets of words.... Watch this space))

The man with the Assault Ck.O walks back through the entrances again. This time with his helmet off and his shields down. Feeling stupid after leaving he sits back down and wait for the conversation between Ouryon and Ryeon. Looking at his neocom he checks the battle timer for his corporation again making sure of the battle time. He is focused now on what he came to talk about.

Adiran returns wearing robes of black and brown. Waiting for Metsar he clutches a datachip in his hand.

"No offense was taken, Templar Crusader," the scout murmurs-- but half to herself, as the Amarrian is already departing.

She settles back, lapsing into silence and stillness, becoming as much a part of the chamber's scenery as it is possible for a chunk of Minmatar technology to be in Amarrian surroundings.

The scout rises and bows in return, a little lower than Metsar's.

"No apology is needed; I quite understand. Tea sounds lovely; however, as you may have overheard, I have no diplomatic clone and hesitate to ... impose a stock clone's features on this place. I am very grateful for the offer, regardless, and intend no disrespect by this."

((Metsar did you not get my ingame mail about joining? Also sent you best times for interview.))

"What you say about adversity seems to be true ... and yet, different forms of hardship teach different lessons. The Gallente, too, came of age in difficult circumstances...." She takes a sip of tea. "As I understand it, lacking a world that made life difficult for them, they made life difficult for each other. If nation made war upon nation, tribe upon tribe, faith upon faith, is it any wonder that they seem to mostly think of group identity as a good way to get a lot of people hurt or killed?"

"They do often tend to speak as though they had received truth direct from the lips of the Creator, it's true. Despite their atheism, they hold on to faith in other sorts of abstractions with all their might. Though ... it's also true that they have little sense of history. For the Gallente, a century or two is a very long time, much too long to keep moaning about such things as a lost homeworld."

She cocks her head to the opposite side, colorless eyes wandering up the architecture, opposite.

"For the Caldari, a century or two ago may as well have been yesterday. What happened to them as a group, happened to each individual." She pauses, considering. "Is it a help to you, in dealing with the Matari, that you do not talk past each other in this way? Or-- I guess you do, after all; only on different issues."

"Sometimes I wonder whether that is the way the Jove see all of us: as petulant children. After all, from all we know, it seems that when your civilization was young, theirs was already dying. What great regrets does our own foolish adolescence have in store for us, I wonder?"

She lifts her teacup to catch the Paladin's reflection, peering with one lustreless, smiling eye.

"Are we creating them already, perhaps?"

Weeks have passed since the last time the young merc came in. Curious about what has been happening lately in Pie Inc. he walks up to Metsar at his desk " How has everything been lately. I talked to Mira one point about recruitment but i changed my mind. Due to my resume being ruined by one of my past ceo's."

" Problem i have no problem. Well beside my profit margins being down. I simply came here to talk about the current status of the 24th imperial crusade. In positive news massive defeats lead to a increase in the war effort. Bad news is we have had massive defeats. " 21 then looks around and notices that the couch that was ruined before was replaced.

Denak continues waiting in the lobby of the emissary when he was told that Kador was busy, and overhearing the conversation he had. He sat down on a chair in the lobby, focusing on his own thoughts and trying his best not to eavesdrop on Maikyl's and Kador's conversation.