I'm Dragomear Phoenix. I'm currently doing freelance work in Bretonia but am looking to join the BAF. I was born on Planet Cambridge and started flying light fighters at a young age. I'm currently 25 years old and have been freelanceing in Bretonia for 7 years. Between the war with the Kusari and increased pirate activity lately, I thought I'd be of better use to the BAF then running around as a freelancer. So where do I sign?
' Wrote:I'm Dragomear Phoenix. I'm currently doing freelance work in Bretonia but am looking to join the BAF. I was born on Planet Cambridge and started flying light fighters at a young age. I'm currently 25 years old and have been freelanceing in Bretonia for 7 years. Between the war with the Kusari and increased pirate activity lately, I thought I'd be of better use to the BAF then running around as a freelancer. So where do I sign?
"Experienced people are always welcome" said the Recruitment Officer
"They tend to be tougher and last longer in the meat-grinder of Kusari attacks!" He coughed
"Ah, but don't let an old cynic like me put you off - Let me have a little more information, pilot"
//Questions sent by PM
"Right! Everything checks out OK. Ensign Phoenix, get yourself kitted out and get ready for action!"
The Recruiting Officer sat back in his chair. It had been a long day. Finally he could lock up and make his way, via a pub, to his home.
The familiar sounds of the office closing down surrounded him. People saying goodnight and scurrying off into the New London streets.
"Another good day at the office!" He said to himself.
//Information sent by PM
Jason Resbane walks into the recruitment office and approaches the desk. The recruitment officer looks up at him.
"May i help you?" says the officer
"yes. I would like to place an application into the BAF please. I think it is time that I serve and protect my country."
"Splendid" Says the officer. "Sign here please"
Jason signed his name onto the recruitment roster and bid the officer farewell, and walked out into the New London skyline
//OOC : In short, I want to be in a lawful faction that is more active. I am currently in the KNF, but they are few and dont play as much. If you will have me, I promise to keep Roleplay completely seperate. I believe in fair MultiFactioning, and i take my roleplay very seriously. You wont see me switching sides in a firefight. The only time i ever switch sides is if the engagement is severly underbalanced and my higher commanders tell me that it is okay.
"I say, Miss Brown?" said the Recruiting Officer into the office intercom.
"Yes sir?" she replied, her voice sounding sweet, even over the tiny speaker.
"Please arrange a set of final questions to reach this Resbane fella, my dear. He sounds like an excellent prospect."
\\Blackstarr, some questions sent in PM
A tall, young, black haired man walked into the Recruitment office. "Greetings" he said, "I want to join Bretonia armed forces." He looked a bit nervous. The officer looked at him and said "So, what can you tell about yourself?"
"Ehm... My name is Jacob Carter, Im 22 years old. I was born at Sheffield station in Manchester, when my parents were on their way into Liberty. My father lived in Liberty, so we were moving there. My mother was from Bretonia. Then..."
"Stop, stop", the officer interrupted him,"I dont need to know what have you been doing in your whole life. Just tell me if you have some experience"
Jacob was confused for a while, then he started:"So, when I grew up, I needed a job. My father was trader, but trading was too boring for me, so I worked as a mercenary... It was tough and risky job you know, but I have visited some of the border worlds and the earned money wasnt so bad... But after 3 months I had an..ermm...accident. My ship was completely blown up, and insurance company refused to pay me, so i had almost nothing. So, im here now, to join BAF. My mothers father was in Bretonia police, so i have close ties to Bretonia."
The officer looked at him, he was quiet for a while and then he said:"We will see if you join us, until then, stay here on planet. I will send you a message about our decision. You can go now."
"Thank you sir" said Jacob, and walked out of the office.
//sorry if i make mistakes, i dont have very good english i think
"Hmmm - seems very keen, but lacks experience" said the Recruiting Officer as he reviewed Jacob Carter's application.
"Well, we were all like that once. Think I will dig a bit deeper"
//Darkpearl - check PM
"Sir? Here's the final information for the new pilot Jason Resbane that you wanted" The secretary placed the documents on his desk and smiled as she turned and left. She knew he would study her as she departed and made sure she swayed her hips just that little extra bit.
"Phew!" said the Recruitment Officer, a wistful smile on his face.
There were some compensations for being stuck in this office.
He stamped the Resbane documents with 'Accepted'. Another fighter in the ranks.
//Blackstarr - see PM
A man in his early twenties walks into the recruitment Office.
"'Ello, my name is Alex Rider, I'm 22 years old and was born on London City, New London. I've been flying an escort for BMM for the last 4 years. I want to join the BAF 'cause my uncle is in MI6 an my father was in the BAF, 'till the destroyer he was on got torpedoed by those bloody Kusari! So as you can imagine I am bloody pissed! Also, the Starblazer is a piece of flying CRAP, I've got shot down by those Mollies more times than I can remember! So I want a Templar and a Challenger, see if I can't do to one of their battleships what they did to the Loch Ness! Oh right, thats the destroyer I talked about earlier. So heres my credentials, I'll just wait across the street."
"Alright son, it's good to see a recruit that will admit that they're bloody pissed. And for one to have flying abilities...." said the recruitment officer, before dismissing him.
//I'm moving, so my internet won't be up for a while.
' Wrote:A man in his early twenties walks into the recruitment Office.
"'Ello, my name is Alex Rider, I'm 22 years old and was born on London City, New London. I've been flying an escort for BMM for the last 4 years. I want to join the BAF 'cause my uncle is in MI6 an my father was in the BAF, 'till the destroyer he was on got torpedoed by those bloody Kusari! So as you can imagine I am bloody pissed! Also, the Starblazer is a piece of flying CRAP, I've got shot down by those Mollies more times than I can remember! So I want a Templar and a Challenger, see if I can't do to one of their battleships what they did to the Loch Ness! Oh right, thats the destroyer I talked about earlier. So heres my credentials, I'll just wait across the street."
"Alright son, it's good to see a recruit that will admit that they're bloody pissed. And for one to have flying abilities...." said the recruitment officer, before dismissing him.
//I'm moving, so my internet won't be up for a while.
"Alex Rider seems a good prospect. Must just do a final check on him before we can accept him though" said the Recruitment Officer. He tapped the personal notebook to initiate the send of a final questionnaire to the potential recruit.
//Donutman - questions in PM
"Jacob Carter - what do I do with you? I wonder." he said, thinking aloud. Coming to a decision, he snapped open the notebook again and selected the 'Accepted' button.
"If the lad wants to join the fight, then who am I to stop him?" He winced as his missing legs gave him a stabbing pain. Was that an omen?
"Hah!" he laughed "If he proves to be a pain in the arse for the flying instructors, I am not going to worry about it"
Laughing again he opened the top drawer of his desk to find the small flask of good whisky there waiting.
//Darkpearl - see PM and follow instructions
**Incoming Transmission**
**Gunboat Pilot Lucas Mozart (DarkRainOfFire)**
Hello Admiral. I have a background as a gunboat pirate pilot. However, I have recently left the life of crime, and have become interested in serving as a Gunboat pilot in the BAF. Many of my friends have been killed by the pirates invading Bretonia space, and I have made myself enemys to all pirates that I see.
Please consider my enlistment. I am eager to fight for Bretonia.
**End transmission**