Greg gave his last salute to the Admrial, turned his back and strolled proudly out, giving a glance at the memorial photo again while giving a happy grin thinking.
"Bloody humans think they're the only species in this galaxy." Tak mutters as he rubs down his face and ears with a towel, "Chirr-irr-irr~! Mmm, that's much better." he smiles ticking the towel back into one of his sleeves, of which his rather baggy clothing had so many pockets of various sizes, you just wouldn't notice that from the fact it never looked out of place.
As the lift doors opened Hieggen stepped out to see the Admiral chuckling and a new recruit walking out of the building. Hieggen quickly walked up to the admiral.
"Sir, it seems as though you forgot my in your office. And I can assure you I'm not a ninja."
He said grinning.
Hieggen.Seo, The son of a Blood Dragon who grew up on Leeds with his mother.
A tall dark haired scruffy looking man walks into the BAF recuitment office, noticing the recuitment posters ''Your country needs you '' and '' The Kusari are reeling'' and sniggers to himself. He looks over at the reception desk and officer in a over the top dress uniform and a chest full of medals, and wonders over and clears his throat and says '' ello geezer ima pilot and i see ya pretty posters and wanna sign meself up for a bloody good knee's up in da BAF ''
the officer rubs the bride of his nose and sighs '' take the form fill it out best you can'' handing and stack of forms to the grinning pilot.
pilots name Dragonmoon
Time in server space about 5/6 weeks
reason for joining// im english so BAF natural choice and has some great RP storyline at the moment bored just flying around on my own (and ofc wanna bag me a few kuarsains)
other chars a freelancing tagged border worlds freighter
past exp // played FL for years on and off played RP hunter/ police on several servers and about 2/3 years on NIma Nomads revenge mod server in active RP clan wanna get back into playing with cool gang of pilots and have some fun :)
Admiral Andrews also had to deal with one 'Dragonmoon'. He wasn't in the mood for being polite, what with the vet having not arrived to get rid of the mangy dog that had wandered in earlier.
'So... yer name's... what? Dragonmoon?!
Did your mother not love you, or is that a pet name yer boyfriend gave you, buddy? Let me get this very straight, this isn't the Liberty Navy, sailor.'
Admiral Andrews, of course, had little patience for poofters or people with crazy hippy mothers. They'd probably waste good ships. He leaned back in his seat, awaiting a good explanation.
If the drunken ''admiral'' would care to explain what exactly a ''ninja'' is would be easier to understand what he exactly wants explained. Im not from kusari i dont have the eyes for it and im far too tall.
I am afraid the admiral will be disappointed that im not a ''poofter''and i see the admiral is from glasgow men in skirts calling freelaner a poofter is somewhat ironic * notes the admirals clean shaven legs*
My name is only a alias :D
"Regarding ninjas, I was talking to the oriental fellow over there. You obviously don't have the eyes for it. And if one didn't actually know what one was... how would one know it was Kusari related, mm?"
Andrews pointed to the Blood Dragon as he spoke, wondering how someone so blind could be a pilot, let alone a stealth assassin. He also wondered how the recruit could see his kilt through the desk, somewhat absently retrieving his sgian-dubh from his sock, scratching at his hairy legs as he did so.
He then, of course, rolled his eyes as the recruit stated that his name was only an alias.
"So.. you're applying to the Armed Forces without giving over your name, and instead giving a queer made up alias. Now, I'm tolerant of all sorts, aight, but I appreciate knowing what the hell my subordinates' names are, you clown!"
Tak growls to himself as he waits more to have his damn application form accepted, upon seeing the other human who couldn't seem to speak literately push in front of him, he gave a huff as he listened to the racist, drunkard sat behind his desk, What a disgrace to Bretonia. he though to himself looking out a window at the pouring rain.
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