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Greetings gentlemen
I ear the Bretonian armed force look for new recruit these days,i just gain my pilots licence at the academy,and im ready to serve Bretonia.
But first let me introduce myself,im James Ryan Dean,im 21 years old,recently promoted as i said,Born on Cambridge,my parent are still alive,i try to see them as much as i can but i pass all my time in space in my transport,i travel a lots around Sirius,i were looking for a pilots jobs ,i find a lots in the transport of goods ,but all those jobs seems so boring,so i look for better,i look again but nothing,one day i meet a recruiter of the armed force on the Ark Royal battleship in new castle,i talk a lot whit them,he finally convince me to apply,thats the reason of the current transmission.
So if your still looking for pilots,im ready,you can contact me anytime,just tell me where to report and ill be there.
Thanx you
James.R.Dean
***Transmission end***
****Link Close****
"Hmm" said the Recruiting Officer
"James Dean, eh? Now where have I heard that name before?" The memory would not come so he fired off a response for more information so that security checks could be made. If the recruitment officer on the Ark Royal thought enough of this chap, then he was worth checking out.
//Patriot, see PM
Flicking through the results of the security checks, the Recruitment Officer wore a satisfied smile.
"Adam Peacecraft - hmm you are a wildly enthusiastic chap. That may be tempered in battle into something useful for the Crown. James R. Dean - Yes, you are clearly experienced and another solid addition to the ranks. Remember chaps, BAF officers are promoted on merit, so apply yourself to the tasks you are given and you will do well. Report for duty, Ensigns"
He pressed the SEND button and ordered some tea to celebrate.
//Patriot and Adam Peacecraft - check PMs
A young man enters the recruitment office
looks to be about 5'8 with short brown hair
and bright green eyes and seeming to be 20ish or so
he walk straight up to the recruiter and said
"I'm here to Jion BAF and kick some butt "
the recruiter a thin dark hair man be hind the counter
gave him a funny look and siad
"ok then humm i'll let franklin smith take you info fallow me"
the man open a door to the right of the counter
and let him in and led him down a small hall way
and in to a small room no more then 6foot by 8 foot
with a 2 chairs and desk between them
sitting behind the desk was stumpy wide man looking to be about 50ish
thin man says "hey franklin can you take this one for me"
"fine i'll do it "
and then thin man turned around and left the room closing the door behind him
" so you want to jion the BAF ?"
joe movetowards the man to shake his
hand and says " yes i do it is all ..."
"great the BAF is what made me the man i today "
as the man stood up to ,meet his hand he noticed that
the man was only standing on one leg
franklin notice that joe was looking at his leg or lack there of
and siad "yeah well the the BAF is no place for cowboys and heros
like i thought i was when i started , still want to jion"
Joe sitting down in front him and said " sir my father died in as a part of the bretonia police durring a joint action between them the BAF i think i know this could one day lead to my death"
the man looked across the deskthinking to him self for sure you could see it on his safe
to this joe added " i assure you sure i only wish to fallow in my fathers foot steps and make the money enuf
to pay for my mother medical and get her out of that shack we have been living in, i'm no cowboy and no hero"
franklin started going thorw files on his desk display and siad "you know i recall the the armstrong
yes here we are "
franklin turned a file with the desk display to face JOE
"was this your father"
"why yes, but it is not the best picture of him "
"well they don't take them to make you look pretty"
"guess not "
"well it says here your father died durring an engagement in that went south seems' scarficed him self
to to cut hole thorw kusari lines so other could escape well here hoping the apple doesn't fall far from
the tree, let us fill out this form and well see if your the type of person we want as a memeber of the BAF "
at this he pulled out a small tablet and wrighting wand
"here you go just fill it out best you can "
joe took the tablet and wand
started filling it out .
legal name: Joe Armstrong
age:23
planet of brith:Harris
current plant residing :Cambridge
ect .......................
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more can be lreaned about Joe Armstrong @ The Journals of Joe Armstrong
(so if some onecould let me know if i could Jion the (BAF) that would be great )
"Miss Brown - what on earth is this garbled nonsense?"
She leaned over his shoulder and looked at the screen. He tried to pay no attention to her pressure.
"Sir, that is file corruption in the details of the applicant named Joe Armstrong - I will sort it out"
"It looks like a, like a, shopping list has been inserted here!" he said
"Sir, we have been so busy that multitasking is becoming the norm. If we didn't do it then nothing would get processed in time. Some errors are bound to creep in"
"Well this is deuced sloppy and not good enough!..." he started to rant
She cut him off with a very prim glare and said "You never make this mistake because you CANNOT multitask - you are a man!!" and she stalked out of the office, leaving him sure he had been hoodwinked, but very glad he was a man.
Two minutes later the file was returned, corrected.
"Shall I make you some tea, sir?" Said Miss Brown's voice, sounding just a little contrite.
"That would be lovely" he replied
"And let's get the security checks run on this lad Armstrong"
//Smoke - PM sent
"Security checks on subject: Joe Armstrong, completed. All results positive or neutral. Press SEND to confirm" the Notepad prompted.
The Recruiting Officer pressed the button and Ensign Armstrong became a new entity in the BAF world.
//Smoke - see PM and get to work
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All potential recruits - please check the Faction information you find on these links.
http://discoverygc.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=27617
http://discoverygc.com/forums/index.php?sh...=27903&st=0
Read it all.
If accepted, print off what you are advised to remember for quick reference when online.
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A man walks into the lobby, his uniform gives away instantly that he is involved with the military. His dark hair hangs loosely around his eyes. He steps up to the reception desk.
"Hello I would like to drop off an application to the Bretonia Armed Forces, my allegiance lies with them from now on, I wish to help in the fight against Kusari."
"Well then, let me get these to the recruiting officer and you should be contacted soon."
"Thankyou, have a nice day"
"You too." she said.
Name:Dennis Harris (nicknamed "Nitro")
Age:28
Eyes:Green
Hair:Short, black
Location of Birth:Battleship Hood
Marital Status:Widower
Current Ship ID:Sirius Military
Current Ship:Challenger
Background:I was born into a loving family. Consisting of my parents as well as an older brother and a younger sister. My parents are both retired traders who made a few very profitable trades that left them with enough money to rest easy for their lives. They currently reside on planet Leeds with my 19 year old sister. My 30 year old brother is a constable of the BPA working currently with smuggling. I have been a widower for only a month. My wife, the victim of a Kusari attack in Tau 31 was a peacekeeper on a diplomatic mission. Her death was an incident of crossfire yet I have harsh feelings towards Kusari. I have sworn to join the Bretonia armed forces and help to end this bitter war.
//Sorry for posting the other one in the recruitment section i actually do not know how that happened as I was trying to post in this forum.
' Wrote:A man walks into the lobby, his uniform gives away instantly that he is involved with the military. His dark hair hangs loosely around his eyes. He steps up to the reception desk.
"Hello I would like to drop off an application to the Bretonia Armed Forces, my allegiance lies with them from now on, I wish to help in the fight against Kusari."
"Well then, let me get these to the recruiting officer and you should be contacted soon."
"Thankyou, have a nice day"
"You too." she said.
Name:Dennis Harris (nicknamed "Nitro")
Age:28
Eyes:Green
Hair:Short, black
Location of Birth:Battleship Hood
Marital Status:Widower
Current Ship ID:Sirius Military
Current Ship:Challenger
Background:I was born into a loving family. Consisting of my parents as well as an older brother and a younger sister. My parents are both retired traders who made a few very profitable trades that left them with enough money to rest easy for their lives. They currently reside on planet Leeds with my 19 year old sister. My 30 year old brother is a constable of the BPA working currently with smuggling. I have been a widower for only a month. My wife, the victim of a Kusari attack in Tau 31 was a peacekeeper on a diplomatic mission. Her death was an incident of crossfire yet I have harsh feelings towards Kusari. I have sworn to join the Bretonia armed forces and help to end this bitter war.
//Sorry for posting the other one in the recruitment section i actually do not know how that happened as I was trying to post in this forum.
"Hah!" exclaimed the Recruiting Officer. "That's what makes a motivated fighter; revenge!"
"Makes my blackened heart feel good to see some vitriol against those cursed Kusari"
"Process!" he started the security check run.
//Nitro - check PM
A man, average height with blonde hair, steps up to the desk, he looks at the man behind the desk, and takes a seat.
"Bretonian Armed Forces?" He said in a light tone.
"Yes, Are you interested?" He replied.
"Definatly."
He reaches into his desk and pulls out a few sheets of paper, He quickly glances over it and then hands it to the applicant.
He pulls a pen from his jacket and starts to fill in the questions, he reads each question and can hear it in his head, when he got near the end he kept looking up at the ceiling, and then back down at his paper.
He clicks his pen. "There, All done"
The recruitment officer quickly scans through what he has write, while doing so he starts to stroke his chin.
"You're 21.. Alright.. And born on Planet Leeds... Seems all in order."
He files the papers back in his desk and looks back at the appliacant.
"One last thing." he says.
"Sure." The appliacant replies
"Why the interest in joining?" he says puzzled.
"Well, I used to be a trader, going through routes to places like the sigmas and through dangerous areas, About 2 years ago, While enroute to Hoshu, We were stopped and asked to pay for our lives, after doing so, they still opened fire, me and my associate in another transport, tried to make a run for it while the escorts tried to hold them off, but to no avail, they managed to knock the escorts useless and disrupt my partner, he fell behind and I never saw him again. I later found a kusari patrol and told them my story, I was told to "not waste their time", I was furious, and dumped the cargo and headed home. I spent years kicking myself saying that I did the wrong thing, I could've saved him. And a few weeks ago I saw a patrol of Crusaders attack some pirates raiding this transport, After the pirates had been destroyed, the trader thanked them and continued to their destination. From that point on, I had great respect for the Bretonian Armed Forces, Then, a few days ago, I saw your ads about joining for a better career, And I thought I should take my chances and tryout."
The recruiter, looked down and said "I see. Well, We will get in contact with you in a few days."
The applicant nodded and walked away.
"Oh, I didn't catch your name by the way." He said quickly.
"Dave Silver, Sir."
He closed the steel door and continued walking to the city.
John deliberated in front of the robot for a moment. He'd told it to watch over his luggage while he entered the recruitment office. His cases would have been high quality if they hadn't seen 50 years of use, and each one was monogrammed with his grandfather's initials. From a well-to-do family on Cambridge, John had dealt exclusively with human porters and staff, and was unsure of how tipping worked with robots. Looking at it almost as blankly as it looked back at him, he shrugged and went inside, directing himself to the recruitment office via the many, almost alarmingly frequent, signs.
Catching himself in the mirror outside the door, he fingered the buttons on his blazer one by one while mentally reciting one of the many mantras he'd been raised with. "Sometimes, always, never." He unbuttoned 'sometimes'. After running his fingers pointlessly over his already-impeccable moustache, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose momentarily whilst breathing heavily. He opened his eyes again and felt a little more relaxed, slipping a hand inside his jacket to retrieve a cigarette to complete his composure.
As he stepped in to the office, the man behind the desk regarded him, and his top lip curled almost imperceptibly. John understood.
"You know how it is, I'm sure," he started, as the recruitment officer remained totally still, "second-born sons - it's the armed forces for us whether we like it or not."
The officer gave a tiny nod, not quite sympathetic.
"I know what you're thinking, but I don't like the notion of birthright. I don't want to go through the academy like everyone expects me to, get my comission and start out in a comfy chair on a destroyer. I want to enlist. Lowest rank, lowest pay grade. I want a real experience, and to really earn any promotion I might get."
John had finished the speech he'd worked out in his head hours before, and a long beat passed as both men looked at each other in silence. John felt like he had failed, hadn't said enough or the right things, and was about to launch in to a second exhortation when the recruitment officer finally moved, producing a form from beneath his desk, and placing it on the desk.
"Very well," he finally said, completely flatly. John nodded sincerely and took the vacant chair, filling in the form.
In between endless demands to turn to section 4F if colourblind, or to attach an L96 if he had previously worked for any other national organisation, John found a few boxes to enter salient information.
Name: John Richards
Age: 21
Blood type: O-
Nationality: Bretonian
Place of birth: Heaton Chapel, Planet Cambridge
Education: Morchester public school, King's College Cambridge (first class degree in History)
The recruitment officer took the form as soon as John had finished penning his sixteenth and final signature on the byzantine document. He flicked through it deftly, as he had no doubt done hundreds if not thousands of times before, and his eyes lit up briefly, his first display of emotion during the entire meeting.
"A student of history, I see,"
"Ah, indeed sir!" John replied eagerly, glad he had made some semblance of a good impression. However, the officer made no follow-up comment, and another long, tortuous beat passed in silence between the two men before the officer placed John's form in a large envelope and sealed it, placing it in a canister which was quickly sent down a pneumatic tube.
"How are we to contact you?"
"I'm in room 63 of the Queen Vic." John produced a complimentary card from the hotel out of his pocket with a fluid gesture. The officer made no movement to take it, so John let it fall from his fingers on to the desk.
"You should hear something in 1-5 working days."
John nodded and took his cue, quickly leaving the room and hoping that robot hadn't taken offence at his lack of a gratuity and disposed of his belongings as he headed out of the building.
"I want these security checks made. Yes, I know you are busy, but there is a war on so pull your finger out!"
The Recruitment Officer sat back in his chair with a smile on his face. He knew the staff were efficient, but it always made him feel better to give them a prod now and then.
//Benjamin and firesilver - check PMs please