Arthur Davenport approached the recruitment office with anxiety and excitement churning in his stomach. He had lived on New London for quite some time, and now he was ready to risk life and limb for his nation - or, at least, make Bretonia's enemies do so for theirs. Hopefully, his basic flight training would give him a leg up. Rapping gently on the office's door, the brown haired, fair skinned 24 year old waited to be called in before entering. A bored voice called out, "Come in."
Despite his reservations, Arthur entered the office with scarcely any hint of trepidation. Looking over the man who was clearly the recruiting officer, he said, "My name's Arthur Davenport. I'm here about the draft and -"
"Ah, excellent," said the man, who sounded anything but pleased at the prospect of another greenhorn wishing to join the Bretonian Armed Forces. "Just fill in these papers and assuming everything checks out you should be part of our number in no time."
Feeling almost giddy, Arthur took the forms and sat down, starting to write almost as soon as he had settled.
.Arthur Davenport, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Ensign. Prepare your ships: Templar or Paladin and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. Make us all proud of your actions.
A young looking man walks up to the recruitment desk and looks at the recruitment officer.
'So is this where I enlist.'
'Yes, you can sign up for the Bretionian Armed Forces here but I need to do a quick background check first.'
He shuffles his feet and stands straight, a true military man's pose.
'Ok, I'm alright with that, shoot.'
'I just need to ask you your name, age, birthplace, current and past employment, special skills and reasons for signing up.'
'Name, Cameron Brannick. Age, 23. Birthplace, Planet Leeds. Currently unemployed but spent two years as a freighter pilot and fighter escort for various companies. My special skills are that I'm a great tactician in the heat of a fight, I'll always look after my fellow pilots, I'm a good pilot myself and I studied at Cambridge for two years and came top of my class. As for reasons for signing up, I realised that I live here in Bretonia with my pregnant wife and I want my child to be able to see a safe Bretonian controlled space, I don't want those Gallia or anyone taking over, so I'm signing up for a better future for my child.'
He stands strong but emotion begins to build in his eyes.
'Ok, thank you, I just have to pass this to the higher ups and you should hear from us soon.'
'Thank you very much.'
He begins to walk out.
'Oh I have one request if I am recruited.'
He stops and turns.
'Send me right where the action is, if I'm part of the BAF, I want to do as much as I can while I can.'
( . Cameron Brannick, I have sent you both recruiting tests. Fill the blanks, resend them to me and I will contact you again.)
.Cameron Brannick, the results of your questionnaires are excellent. I welcome you to the armed forces, appointed with the rank of Ensign. Prepare your ships: Templar or Paladin and contact a high ranked officer for combat training in Salisbury. Make us all proud of your actions.
(. "BW", you are suspecious individual. I would like to know some more background information about you. Here these blanks, fill them and resend them back to me. I will contact you again once the results are clear. )
[color=#CC0000]. "BW", you've requested to cancel your application. Good luck out there pilot and return once you feel ready.
-Walking in a formal pace, towards the recruitment office. his feet are heard throughout the hallway.-
-gripping under his arm are files, with tabs containing documents on himself.-
-opening the door, he walks over to the recruitment officer, saluting him, he places the file on his desk-
File tab: Identity Information[/u]
DoB:
Age: 24
Name: Alexander Lancer
Gender: Male
Height: 5.4ft
Ethnic Background: Kusarian / Bretonian
Hobbies: Range Shooting, Strike Craft simulations, Computer Programing, Hand to Hand Combat (Karate)
File tab: Background Information:[u]
I was born in Leeds, in a heavy industrial center. Normally helping my farther on mining machines, and my mother was trader until the uprising in the tau sectors, unfortunately my father died 5 years ago, leaving a Bretonian bomber in my possession. i have taken classes, and run weekly simulations for the pass 6 months.
I have also tried getting a licence for this ship, unfortunately the Armed Forces have scolded me for using it, but i maintain it everyday. therefore i'm asking permission for a sector in the bombing position in the Bretonian Armed Forces!
([color=#FFCC66]. Greetings Alexander Lancer, I have sent you both recruiting tests. Fill the blanks, resend them to me and I will contact you again. Updating message 1: Alexander Lancer, you have 3 more days to send us your blanks. Failure to do so will result in application rejection.)
[color=#FF0000]. Alexander Lancer, you failed to deliver the necessary files at time, that is why your application is rejected. If you would like to try again, post here after 1 week.
A man runs into the recruitment office on new london trying to get out of the rain, the female recruitment officer says "is it raining out there?" i say " nah its shorts and t shirt weather" giving her a cheeky wink, the female recuitment officer says with a smile "how can i help you"
Name: Chris Brown
Home: New London
Age: 28
Eye color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5'7"
Weight: About 12 stone
Personal story
I was born on my fathers transport ship so spent the first 10 years of my life in space, very rarely steping off my dads ship. One day we was attacked by raiders, we tryed to fight them off but we had no choice but to send a SOS, before we knew it, 2 BAF heavy fighters showed up and took out the raiders with such skill (they was out numberd) it was at that point i knew i wanted to join the BAF, i told my father who in the end let me leave and say with his Brother who lived on New London. His brother got my a job woking in a factory, was hard work but i managed to save enough credits to put me though flight school. I did a bit of freelancing for a few years to get some combat experance and now i bleave im ready to start my career with the BAF.
. Chris Brown, from your background information it seems you had a very rough life. There are some minor issues about your application but at least you are looking to put your life on the line without hesitation.
I have sent you both recruiting tests. Fill the blanks, resend them to me and I will contact you again.
Updating message 1: Chris Brown, you have 3 more days to send us your blanks. Failure to do so will result in application rejection.
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