Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[banesblood]

A loud *THUMP* is heard from the corridor outside the recruitment office, Followed by a young mans voice echoing through the hall, "Sorry" *stutters* "I mean Sorry, Sir." A young gangling man around six-feet and two inches stumbles through the door, "Erm.. is this the recruitment office?" asked the man to the recruiter.....

*coughs* "Ah, indeed it is, may I help you?"

"Oh, hello, my name is Baird Hawkins" The mans voice strengthens as he continues, "I'm here to enlist for the universe's finest armed forces!"

The recruiter holds back a chuckle. "Boy aren't you a bit young to join the armed forces, maybe you should wait a year or two?"

With a little discouragement evident in his voice he replies, "I just turned 23 and my Father was in the armed forces, It has been my dream to fly for Bretonia."

"Well, son let me ask you a few questions, I already know your age, so where are you from?"

"Planet New London, sir!" Yelled young Hawkins in a crackly voice.

"Family members?"

"None that I know of, sir."

"No Family?"

"No sir, my sisters were taken from me in a mid-space collision with my father at the Helm, and I never got to meet my mother before she passed away; I was raised in and out of foster homes." He stops, "You see, I wasn't the handsomest of teenagers, and I guess you could call me a klutz."

"Why do you want to join the armed forces so badly son?"

"Well.... when I'm up there in space with the vast open stars as my only accompaniment it seems like I have no worries, and since my father was in the armed forces, I figure its only right for me to honor him by serving Bretonia."

He Pauses and awaits the recruiters next question.......

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[bluntpencil2001]

Admiral Andrews staggered into his office, offering an apology to the potential recruit,

"Sorry, buddy, was, ah, busy,"

He deftly tossed an empty rum bottle across the room, watching it land perfectly in the bin. Quite a feat for a drunk.

He then retrieved is hip flask and tipped it to the man in his seat,

"Cheers, Sergeant Monroe, I'll take it from 'ere..."

He then took is swivel seat, spun around and rested his feet on his desk.

"Now... Mister Baird Hawkins... yer not related to my buddy Eddie Hawkins, are you?"

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[banesblood]

Admiral Andrews staggered into his office, offering an apology to the potential recruit,

"Sorry, buddy, was, ah, busy,"

He deftly tossed an empty rum bottle across the room, watching it land perfectly in the bin. Quite a feat for a drunk.

He then retrieved is hip flask and tipped it to the man in his seat,

"Cheers, Sergeant Monroe, I'll take it from 'ere..."

He then took is swivel seat, spun around and rested his feet on his desk.

"Now... Mister Baird Hawkins... yer not related to my buddy Eddie Hawkins, are you?"

RP: The man slightly shifted in his seat, almost surprised to see someone in this state as a part of the once famed Bretonian Armed Forces. He half stuttered.......

Eddie Hawkins sir? I've never heard of him, why is there a problem?

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[bluntpencil2001]

He smiled,

"Nope, none at all. Fill this here out. In black pen."

He handed him yet another form.

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[banesblood]

The young man slightly shuffled in his seat then began filling out the paper, his eyebrow quivered as he read the personal questions and struggled to answer them after a good long 15minutes the man finally broke the silence.

"Erm...I'm uh done, sir." He handed the papers back and awaited the admirals approval.........

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[bluntpencil2001]

Admiral Andrews scratched at his ear, where his beard met it.

"Uh... you forgot to actually fill it in. You brain damaged? I won't hold it against you, we get a lot of mentalists through these doors, I promise you!"

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[banesblood]

Realizing his pen had run out of ink, he quickly snatched the paper back from the admirals hand, filling it out with an extra pen he found in his pocket....

"Erm...Sorry about that, I've been a bit absent minded today"

The admiral glares awkwardly at the man as the applicant awaits his decision.......

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[bluntpencil2001]

"Aight, first thing yer doing is going for a CAT scan to make sure that you don't have a brain tumour.

Then, get suited up an' hop in a Templar, buddy.

You can call me 'Sir' now, Ensign!"

The Admiral offered a sloppy salute, welcoming the new recruit.

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[Wuselkobold]

//Never mind, lost my interest, the ship is scrapped, post can be deleted.

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A wild goose chase (RP story)

[Hieggen]

Planet Leeds recruitment office.

As the recruitment officer at the table was dozeing off a small, oriental-looking man with short black hair walked through the doors. The small man walked quickly to a stack of forms for joining the BAF and sat down, filling them out.

Name: Hieggen Seo (Hieggen)

Age: 18

Background: I was born the son of a blood dragon. At the age of twelve my mother and I moved to the planet Leeds. Since then I have been granted a Bretonian citizenship, and I am renting my own apartment on Leeds now.

Looking satisfied with what he had written Hieggen quietly walk over to the desk, smiled slightly at the recruitment officer, and set the forms down. He then disappeared into the rain outside the office doors.

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Hieggen.Seo, The son of a Blood Dragon who grew up on Leeds with his mother.