A New Beginning (Nemo's Alternate Utopia...)

A2: Red.
B5: Fighting Trim.
C4: Powers Of Magery.
D7: Lacking Soul.
E6: I'm Really Not So Bad Off.
E7: I'm A Walking Exemplar Of One Of The Seven Deadly Sins: Lust.
F7: Factories.

You head for the obviously highly civilized area, figuring they at least will have laws against murdering strangers in cold blood and arrive in the area just before daybreak. A pair of guards, one man, and one woman: stand watch at a wire mesh gate in a large low concrete wall. They level strange looking weapons at you, like hollow metal staves, or bowless crossbows, and demand to know your purpose in common. "Halt stranger, state your business at this outpost of the Communist Revolutionary Army!" The woman demands and the man looks nervous.

"I am here seeking employment, lodgings, food, and a chance to perhaps engage with other willing sapients in a romantic tryst or five," you drop your hood and stare deeply into the woman's eyes, "including, perhaps, you; if you'd like?"

The woman's weapon wavers for a second under your spell, but her partner cuts in.

"Non uv yur Vitchcrift Dragoness!" He barks, sighting his weapon right between your eyes. "Ve vill let chu in, but Nien Vitchcrift, ist Verboten mit out license!" He says and punches a button on his collar, speaking into it in a language you can't understand. Soon four more guards, two female and two male, one of which is an elf, come up and collect you and march you away through the complex, which proves to be extremely extensive. There are dozens of large buildings that you soon realize are factories, and then yet more buildings which appear to be residences and shops.

Eventually, you are brought before a building that has a big sign on it printed in multiple languages proclaiming it to be the: "Offices of the Supreme Soviet Council". You are marched inside to a large waiting room labeled "New Comrade Intake" in the common tongue, and left there with instructions to 'take a number and wait until called', which you do. It takes about an hour for them to get to you, but then you meet:

A: who does your intake?
A1: A female minotaur warrior.
A2: An elven scribe of indeterminate gender.
A3: An orcish man with arcane powers.
A4: An intelligent iron-golem like being.