Ramey looked at his list of how many applicants to accept every day. He checked off a box and wrote lee adama next to it. He sighed and looked down the list that continued almost endlessly down the handheld display he was using.
"Next?" he said loudly to the hallway.
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>
Taking Ramey's cue, she paced her way into the recruitment office. Standing tall, she stood centimeters away from the recruitment desk, firmly placing her application onto the desk's surface.
"I did my application on paper. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be done digitally, but this was handed to me, so..."
Quote:Name: Aalilayah Dire
Date of birth: May 17, 798 A.S.
Place of birth: Planet Cambridge
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: Lived with adoptive father for my entire life.
Fitness: Naturally fit
Height: 5'11''
Vision: 20/10
Injuries/Illness: Perfectly clean and well
Previous occupation(s): Engine mechanic
Combat experience: None. I'm versed with small firearms, but have never flown a ship in combat before. However, I have taken several flight simulations and received considerable scores.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
It started with ambitions as a child; I remember watching old propaganda videos for armed forces recruitment drives on the Neural Net. The pure sense of loyalty to the crown swelled. My father used to joke with me, calling me a "Jingoist". Even though I laughed with him, as I grew older, my ambitions grew with me. I had planned out my life, and had realized that service to my nation began in school. Most of my classes were focused on practical trades, such as engineering and mechanics. I based my education around joining the armed forces at an early age, knowing that I'd dedicate my entire life to serving Bretonia. And here I am. Ready to prove my worth among fellow servicemen and to my nation.
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job:
Hardworking
Competent
Patient
Tough under pressure
Persistent
Aalilayah smiled with confidence, waiting for Ramey's response.
Xylon walks up to the counter, and grabs a paper off the desk. he quickly fills it out and gives it to the registration personel, who looked with surprise as he never saw this man. Xylon then goes and sits back into a chair, tips his stange hat, and starts to sleep.
Name: Xylon Ulrik
Age: 36
Place of birth : Planet Leeds city ourskirts
Nationality: Bretonian
Family background: Father enrolled in BAF before, but was kicked out due to drinking problems, unknown to Xylon. Mother moved to London shortly after Father was kicked out, and they divorced.
fitness: Adverage, slightly back arms and slightly large belly.
height : 5" 10
vision : Glasses make a perfect 20/20
previous occupation: Ore transporter
previous combat experience: minor run ins with pirates.
A totally normal looking guy came in the recruitment center.
He went to the counter, the person behind said:
"Hello sir, this is the Bretonian Air Forces recruitment center, please fill out this form"
The guy replied by saying:
"WHAT YOU SAID?"
To which the person behind the counter replied by saying:
"PLEASE FILL THIS FORM!!"
Quote:Name: John Cooper
Date of birth: 789 AS
Place of birth: Cambridge
Nationality: Bretonian of course
Family Background: Well, my father server in the Bretonian Armed Forces and participated in the Nomad War as a templar pilot. My mother works at the Cambridge research facility as a secretary.
Fitness: Average fitness
Height: 5.11"
Vision: 200/20, wearing glasses
Injuries/Illness: Well, I have slight earing problems with all that time shooting rocks in one of those hedgemons mining ships. Ya know, the engines are quite noisy and BMM tries to save every single pennies it can so we didnt had hearing protection.
Previous occupation(s):
I mined gold for BMM in Dublin. Ya know, in that field, with all the gold and the noise from the engines, ya know, a whole bunch of fun! Fun for the whole family!
Combat experience:
Well, I think shootin' rocks is counted as enough combat experience for entering in the BAF.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
Well, my father said me a few days ago that I am loosing my time doing that job at BMM. Oh, and also, I want to serve our queen by protecting Bretonia from the Emperor's Navy.
List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job:
Hardworking
Courade
Accurate in combat
Loyal
Thrustworthy
So he handed the filled out form and exited the recruitment center.
The name is David Curtis and I am sending my appicaition to the Bretonian Armed Forces over this neutralnet for various reasons.
Details include:
Name: David Curtis
Date of birth: 788 AS
Place of birth: Cambridge
Nationality: Bretonian
Family Background: Majority is unkown due to being an orphan and a only child.
Fitness: High
Height: 6.7"
Vision: 20/20
Injuries/Illness: Well the only serious injuries I have are tight Handstrings.
Previous occupation(s):
Freelance work and some small mercenary work for local Bretonian forces.
Combat experience:
General combat with small arms and vessels. I have had Numerous combat it my time.
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces:
To serve my great homeland. To keep back these pathetic invaders... Kusari.... To help stop the lives of Bretonian pilots being killed at the rate they currently are. To prove to myself that I can.
List 5 aspects of your character that you beleive make you suitable for this job:
Smart, quick thinking
Loyal
Diciplined
Thrustworthy
Brave
"Woaw great ! This is it ! At last, this is it !" were the first words Martin Bridge said this morning, except for the silent pray he whispered while looking for this very special mail. He kept gazing at the holoscreen, reading again the following :
Quote:Admission test, undergraduated level.
Applicant #146256C, Bridge, Martin.
Laws of Bretonia....................................... C
Basic foreign politics.................................. D
Contraband, limited contraband................. B-
Licensing and fees.................................... C
BPA joint operation procedures................... B
Civilian safety procedures.......................... B+
ZOI, patrol procedures.............................. D+
Basic flight .............................................. B
Basic fight..... .......................................... C
Basic tactics ............................................ C-
Overall.................................................... C
The applicant passed the undergraduated level admission test with the distinction (none) and is allowed to reach the Ensign rank in the regular Bretonia Armed Forces within the current year.
Instr. Barnaby.
"- Wooohooo ! Now it's done !" were his next words as he raised his hands in a victorious stance, hitting the ceiling of his bunk-bed.
"- Damnit Bridge stop punching me and let me sleep will you ?" grumbled his roomate, "I'm off today."
"- And you Rodney, stop calling me Bridge. Now it's Ensign Bridge !" replied Martin, putting the now printed sheet right on the face of his mate and old friend. Rodney repelled him with a lazy arm.
"- I know, I'm not deaf. And the whole station will know too if you keep shouting like that."
"- I'm in, I'm in, I'm in..." repeated relentlessly the cocky Martin, pinching and pesting his mate again and again.
"- Will you just shut up at last ?"
"- What, you aren't happy for me ?"
"- Of course I am". Rodney finally gave up and sat. "But you're so childish sometimes."
"- Hey, I'm not a child anymore."
"- You're not yet an ensign either, until you recieve your accreditation from the New London HQ. Hey, that's an idea. What about if you rushed there, and in the meantime I kept sleeping ?"
"- I'm sorry man. It's just... my fourth attempt. And I made it this time."
Rodney yawned and falled back in his bed.
"- It's OK, Martin. Now get up and take your breakfast, and please leave me alone."
"- On my way, trainee."
"- Oh f.."
Martin hastly shut the door to shield him from an incoming boot, then headed to his case. This time, he was not flying for another training, to another laws-and-stuffs course, nor his hundredth patrol in Omega 3. Now he was about to fly to the New London application center to get his uniform and was wondering about which medals would be best pinned on it. To hell the breakfast, he could not wait for it.
On the way he saluted two lieutenants and one senior instructor, quarelled with a tech, queued in the usual traffic jam at the Manchester/New London gate, got bored and took a jump hole instead, went hungry and flown to a snackshack, dirsupted a lone corsair raider chased by a BPA counstable while eating the said snack, and of course called his mother about the great news. Ms Bridge showed mixed feelings during the four minutes long communication, happyness of course, but she also tried to change his mind once again. As usual they went on conflict at some point and Martin just shut off the channel. Ms Bridge was left to her anxiety, but soon hooked on the satisfaction that her son eventually succeeded in something. Neither Martin nor her know that his success is of course due to his training, but also to the weariness of instructor Barnaby and the lack for room for newer trainees. But it would be nasty to tell them about this, isn't it ?
Eventually Martin landed, and a few airway stations later presented himself to BAF affectation center. The old man waiting at the desk could not believe it when he rose his eyes upon him.
"- You. Again ?"
"- Martin Bridge, ready for acti.. - I mean duty Sir." said Martin, exhibiting with utmost seriousness the formulary from the Salisbury bootcamp.
"- Well, let's see..." The man adjusted his glasses and closely looked at the neural net database. " It seems this is good so far. Congratulation, young man. Let me update your files."
The old man opened the registration form Martin filled the first time he went, and started to read it loud.
Quote:Name: Bridge, Martin Date of birth: 800 A.S. Place of birth: Leeds Nationality: Bretonian Family Background : Father : former BMM miner deceased in a gaz pocket explosion in the Tau's, mother : civil servant at Leeds, sister : secretary at Cambridge Cryer Pharmaceutical. Records : one day in custody for assisting felon bookmakers, piracy hoax that led a DSE hauler to drop valuable crates, illegal vigilante. Not jailed due to his age (13 and 15 by the time), swore on honnor to behave as a lawfull citizen since, see act. #4557 jul 815, judge Cullings.
Fitness: High Height: 6.0" Vision: 20/20 Injuries/Illness: none
Previous occupation(s) : errand boy for Cryer Pharmaceutical, errand boy for the Sirius News Network.
Combat experience: involved in dogfights between trader escorts and corsairs.
<strike>Note : additional formation in Salisbury required</strike>
Describe briefly why you wish to serve in the Armed Forces: to protect Bretonia's citizens, kick Kusarian out of here and because I have few other places to go.
List 5 aspects of your character that you believe make you suitable for this job:
perseverant
voluntary
fighting spirit
sense of hierarchy
self control
This said, the old man rose up his eyes again and asked :
"- Do you confirm all of these affirmations to be true ?"
"- Yes sir, this is all truth."
"- Fine then. I'll submit the update to an officer from the staff office and tell you as soon as a decision is issued."
"- Wait, I reached the Ensign grade. I worked hard for this and this paper proves it. Come on, why don't you tell me where I can fetch my uniform ?"
The man stared at Martin with gravity.
"- Listen to me, young man. This proves you can be a rightfull member of the BAF, not that you will. I have a chief, who himself do have a chief, who himself do have a chief and so on. I don't want the chain command to get mad at me because of you. You are about to join the BAF. BAF is not a paintball team. Understand ?"
"- Loud and clear, Sir. I'm waiting for you reply."
Martin left the desk and walked toward the large exit door. But instead of walk through it, he deviated to a bench, sat, and waited.
Lieutenant Commander Austin Goodmen, stepped through the recruitment office doors. Been a while He thought, smiling lightly as he proceeded wearing the official dress uniform of a Bretonian Officer.
He was here, by order of the Fleet Admiral, to help clear the backlog of recruits. Proceeding calmly down until he found the familiar office that he had so long ago sat in waiting for his application to be accepted. The desk was neatly cleaned, paper work stacked neatly near the edge of the desk itself. On it sat a name block that read Commander Ramey. This was obviously the right room, and it hasn't changed since.
He smiled lightly to himself, walking towards the chair and placing his hand on the back, before gliding his hand gently across the top of the chair. Austin let out a light chuckle as he turned the chair and took his seat. He took a deep breath before turning slowly towards the door.
He was enjoying the moment, a bit to much. A few minutes went by before he even picked up the top two papers. His eye caught a flashing on the nearby terminal, turning slightly towards the terminal, he opened the flashing file. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped upon seeing how many applicants were signing up from over the neural net. "Talk about a back log," He said lightly to himself before shaking his head "I'll wait until these papers are cleared."
Upon his way in, he did notice a young man sitting out in the lounge. He had shrugged the thought off and picked up the first application.
"Ma'am," He said with a hand placed on the intercom. "Could you send Mister Martin Bridge for me?" "He'll be with you in a moment. Goodmen."
Austin nodded to himself and leaned back in the chair, reading over the application and waiting for Mister Bridge.
Mister Curtis, I'm Lieutenant Commander Austin Goodmen, temporary in charge of the recruitment process down at the recruitment station. Your application looks swell, but, I'll need to speak to you in person to answer questions. So, when and if you have time, please come down to the office.
Signed,
Lieutenent Commander Austin Goodmen
[Transmission Terminated]
He smiled to himself as he sent the transmission, he was indeed enjoying this, a bit to much.
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